"Didn't you once have a turn-up with Burgess on that same subject?" he inquired.
"That was the lunatic faith of believing things you can't prove! My faith is that a man can do anything he's the will to do."
Loring clasped his hands lazily behind his head.
"Where do you find his star?—his crazy trust
God knows through what or in what? It's alive
And shines and leads him, and that's all we want."
The lines quoted, he yawned and began to fill a pipe. "Tell me about your tame star, Raney."
O'Rane drew in to the bank, shipped his paddle and stepped ashore.
"Give me a hand in getting her over the rollers," he said. "Rough, manual labour's all you're fit for."