They climb'd the sudden, dark gray tide,
And she sat silent at his side,
And he sat turning many ways:
Sat watching for his wily foe;
At last he baffled him. And yet
His brow gloom'd dark, his lips were set;
He lean'd, he peer'd through boughs, as though
From heart of forests deep and dim
Grim shapes could come confronting him.
A grand, uncommon man was he,