Crawling back across the thwarts, I took the jumping tiller again into my hands, and held her nose to it, seeking every advantage.

I had brought back with me a tin of biscuit from the bow locker, more as an excuse for opening conversation than from any feeling of hunger.
"It must be pretty close to midnight," I said finally.

"Are you hungry ?" The shapeless form in the oilskins straightened slightly, and I knew she had turned her face toward me.
"Hungry! Oh, no; I had not thought of that." "You have been crying ?" "Yes; it is so foolish, but I am so frightened out here in this little boat.

The darkness, and that awful water has got upon my nerves.
You--you must n't scold me." "Of course not--I feel the weight myself," I replied kindly.

"This experience is almost as new to me as to yourself.