"The figures in this boat were those of a strong man with ragged grizzled hair and a sun-browned face and a dark girl of nineteen or twenty sufficiently like Thhim to be recognizable as his daughter. The girl rowed pulling a pair of sculls very easily; the man with the rudder-lines slack in his hands and his hands loose in his waistband kept an eager look out. He had no net hook or line and he could not be a fisherman; his boat had no cushion for a sitter no paint no inscription no appliance beyond a rusty boathook and a coil of rope and he could not be a waterman; his boat was too crazy and too small to take in cargo for delivery and he could not be a lighterman or river-carrier; there was no clue to what he looked for but he looked for something with a most intent and searching gaze."