At length, Scotch took in his paddle in disgust, groaning:
"We're lost!"
"I am inclined to think so myself," admitted Frank, cheerfully.
"Well, who's to blame, Oi'd loike to know?" cried the Irish lad.
"You are!" roared the professor, like a wounded lion.
"G'wan wid yez!" exploded Barney. "It's yersilf thot is to blame! Frankie wanted to go the other woay, but ye said no."
"Me! me! me!" howled the professor. "Did I? You were the one! You insisted that this was the proper course to pursue! You are to blame for it all!"
"Profissor, ye're a little oulder thin Oi be, but av ye wur nigh me age, Oi'd inform ye thot ye didn't know how to spake th' truth."
"Do you mean to call me a liar, you impudent young rascal?"
"Not now, profissor; but I would av ye wur younger."