“Why?”
“We’ll borrow their dinghy, if we can beat them to it.”
“Who’ll run it?”
“Me. I’ve watched Naboth.”
“Huh,” says I, and saved my breath to swim with.
We kept veering toward shore, and pretty soon my feet touched, and we kind of crawled up through the water, just keeping our faces out. And talk about luck. We walked right into that black dinghy. There she was as big as life and twice as natural.
“Haul her off,” whispered Catty.
We did and swam out about fifty yards with her. Then we crawled in.
“Howdy-do,” says a voice, and a couple of the biggest hands I ever saw, dropped right out of the sky and collared Catty and me.