"Huh! Sorry won't mend anything," said Sam.
"I want be friends," she murmured.
"If you're honest you'll get the paddles and put me ashore."
She shook her head. "Not let you go till you friends wit' me."
Sam laughed harshly. "That's good! You'll wait a long time. Hope you've got grub enough. Friendship! Rubbish! You let me go and we'll talk."
She stood in sullen silence. Sam abruptly picked up his blankets and turned to go.
At his move a different sound escaped her. Her hands went to her breast. "Sam—please——"
He paused. "What do you want?"
"Sam—I say I sorry. I say I a fool."
He stood in uncomfortable silence.