Across the bay they found the other boat beached.

The young Indian pulled the boat way up the beach.

The young Indian shoved the camp boat off and got in to row Uncle George.

Nick heard the oarlocks of the other boat quite a way ahead of them in the mist.

Nick and his father got in the stern of the boat and the Indians shoved it off and one of them got in to row.

The Indian who was rowing them was working very hard, but the other boat moved further ahead in the mist all the time.

Standing still now and spreading the red cloth of the muleta with the sword, pricking the point into the cloth so that the sword, now held in his left hand, spread the red flannel like the jib of a boat, Manuel noticed the points of the bull’s horns.