"I guess it's as good as a man could do it," she said at last.
"As good as any doctor," he rejoined.
"I wasn't talking of your arm," she said.
"'Course not. Excuse me. You was talkin' of them rapids, and I've got
to say there ain't a man that could have done it and come through like
you. I guess the man that marries you'll get more than his share of
luck."
"I want none of that," she said sharply, and picked up her paddle again,
her eyes flashing anger.
He took a pistol from his pocket and offered it to her. "I didn't mean
any harm by what I said. Take this if you think I won't know how to
behave myself," he urged.
She flung up her head a little. "I knew what I was doing before I
started," she said. "Put it away. How far is it, and can we do it in
time?"
"If you can hold out, we can do it; but it means going all night and all
morning; and it ain't dawn yet, by a long shot."
Dawn came at last, and the mist of early morning, and the imperious and
dispelling sun; and with mouthfuls of food as they drifted on, the two
fixed their eyes on the horizon beyond which lay Bindon.
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