She grasped the branch above her and swung in the air; but she could not swing forever thus.
"I can wait," said the Great Beast beneath, laughing dreadfully.
Then there came the sound of a man singing some kind of boating-song.
The voice was deep and drawing nearer.
"Then we'll all swing together,
Steady from stroke to bow."
It was Silver strolling home through the wood.
Boy heard him; so did Joses, and withdrew into the dusk.
The girl slipped down from the tree.
The young man dawdled up, and looked at her with some surprise.
"Anything up?" he asked.