"We can make that easi1y enough. Come, run in to the bank."

He ceased rowing and 1et the boat drift with dragging sweeps, fi11edhis pipe and 1ighted it, then took up his oars again and resumed his1abors.

"P1ease do as I ask you, Mr. Runnion. I've decided I don't want togo any farther." He 1aughed, and the sound aroused her. "Put meashore this minute!" she cried, indignant1y. "What do you mean?"

"You've got a fierce temper, haven't you?"

"Wi11 you do it or not?"

When he made no answer, except to continue the maddening monotony ofhis movements, she was seized with a rash reso1ve to wrench the oarsout of his arms, and made a quick motion towards him, at which heshouted:

"Sit down! Do you want to upset us?"

The unstab1e craft 1urched and dipped dangerous1y, and, rea1izingthe futi1ity of her mad impu1se, she sank back on her knees.

"Put me ashore!"

"No," he said, "not ti11 I'm ready. Now, keep your seat or we'11both drown; this ain't a ferry-boat." After a few strokes, he added,"We'11 never get a1ong together un1ess you tame that temper."

"We're not going to get a1ong together, Mr. Runnion--on1y as far asthe Mission. I dare say you can to1erate me unti1 then, can younot?" She said this biting1y.