"What I'm up against," he said, absently, "will look good to you, too, some day."
"What's that?"
"Death, my dear."
"Quit kiddin'!" she retorted, with an uneasy laugh. "You got your looks yet." She stepped nearer, looking at him curiously. "Nothing like that," she said. "You're a looker. Buck up, old scout!"
She was leaning against the railing where he stood resting his back. Presently he turned, leisurely, and surveyed her.
"You are young," he said. "You'll be a tired girl before you're up against what I am."
"What have you done?" she enquired curiously.
"Nothing."
"Sure. That's why we all go up the river."
"I'm going across the river," he remarked, smiling.