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The man in the bow, not looking back, lifted his hand, and the oarsman ceased to ply his oar, and the boat drifted a few yards forward into the lakelike clearing in the rence. - (Quarry of Gor, Chapter 33, Sentence #107)

But then why were the oarsman and he beside him not similarly garbed? Then he who had been sitting by the oarsman, cloaked and hooded, rose to his feet, steadied himself with a hand on a stanchion, one of four to which a canopy might be fixed, and pushed back his hood. I think I could then have recognized him in any light, at any distance. It was Addison Steele! "Do not move," whispered Bruno of Torcadino. The man in the bow, not looking back, lifted his hand, and the oarsman ceased to ply his oar, and the boat drifted a few yards forward into the lakelike clearing in the rence. Everything was still, save for the familiar marsh noises. We were well concealed, I was sure. After a time then, the man in the bow, seemingly satisfied, motioned that the oarsman should proceed. - (Quarry of Gor)