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

He ceased rowing and let the boat drift with dragging sweeps, filledhis pipe and lighted it, then took up his oars again and resumed hislabors.

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

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

"Will you do it or not?"

When he made no answer, except to continue the maddening monotony ofhis movements, she was seized with a rash resolve 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 unstable craft lurched and dipped dangerously, and, realizingthe futility of her mad impulse, she sank back on her knees.

"Put me ashore!"

"No," he exclaimed, "not till I'm ready. Now, keep your seat or we'llboth drown; this ain't a ferry-boat." After a few strokes, he added,"We'll never get along together unless you tame that temper."

"We're not going to get along together, Mr. Runnion--only as far asthe Mission. I dare say you can tolerate me until then, can younot?" She exclaimed this bitingly.