"You dare not touch me!"
"I hate to, but I'll have to, if you're not willing to walk."
"I will not go! It's—it's insanity!"
The boatman shrugged and advanced toward her.
She retreated a pace.
"If you dare—"
"Will you walk, then?"
"I'll find someway—"
"Once and for all, will you walk?"
She searched his eyes for some trace of insincerity or weakness, but found none. A shudder of fear shook her. Then she rallied herself angrily.