"But I must cross," said the young man, as a wild glance shot from his eye. "I'll give you ten dollars to set us over!"
"I'm feer'd to resk it," said Pence, but the beautiful girl went up to him, and with a smile which seemed to melt into the very soul, softly said, "I am not afraid. Won't you take us?"
Old Pence hesitated for a moment and then turned and asked, "Who will go with me?"
"Let me go, Mr. Oiler," said Shawn, never thinking of danger connected with the river.
"Can you hold the rudder?" asked old Pence as he turned to Shawn.
"I'll give you ten dollars to set us over."
"I'll hold it, Mr. Oiler," said Shawn. Down to the shore they went, the sweet woman calm and undisturbed, while the young man at her side was trembling and uneasy. The wind was blowing a gale, and the waves were beating angrily upon the shore.
After several attempts, Shawn and Oiler succeeded in launching the boat and getting up sail. The spray and water came drenching the young woman, but she quietly took her seat.
"Hold her dead on Ogman's hill!" yelled Oiler to Shawn. The wind bellowed into the stout sail and they shot into the foam, Shawn leaning back with a firm grasp on the tiller, and his eye fixed on Oiler.