Over the gray, roaring reaches and ridges,
The forest of Ocean, the chase of the world.
Hark to the peal of the pack in full cry,
As he thongs them before him, swarming voluminous,
Weltering, wide-wallowing, till in a ruining
Chaos of energy, hurled on their quarry,
They crash into foam!"
"There! is that smooth and shiny?" he demanded. She had moved nearer, to catch more certainly his least intonation.
Her hands twisted nervously, and to his surprise she smiled with unmistakable pleasure.