He could hear Marjorie rowing on the water.

Nick, rowing, looked at the white stone in the green trees.

They were seated in the boat, Nick in the stern, his father rowing.

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

In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.