He slipped into a row and sat down. Some one large and impressive rose and shook him from her lap as though he had been a small and troublesome lap dog.
"I sat on a lady," Artie explained, rejoining Fred, who laughed and guided him into another row with better success.
The moving pictures were a great success, from Artie's point of view, because they displayed a wonderful raft in one of the stories. It was a trick raft, so Fred insisted, but Artie chose to believe that any well-constructed raft could behave as well.
"I'm going to build a raft and then you'll see," he whispered to Fred.
"Better let Larry put in a motor for you," Fred counseled him. "Then you can make better speed. I think a motor raft would be a wonder, Artie."
"I'd rather pole it along," said Artie earnestly. "Motor boats are always breaking down. Larry had engine trouble the other day."
"When he was coming from Blackberry Island?" said Fred. "Yes, I heard about that. But Larry always fixes his engine. He's a dandy mechanic."
Then the people about them said "Sh!" and the boys turned their attention to the picture which was delighting Margy, but which did not have the appeal for Fred and Artie the raft picture had had, because it was, to quote them, "all girls and clothes."
Ward blinked as they came out into the sunlight, after staying till the intermission.
"Bet you were asleep!" Jess accused him.