"He's got the "N" printed upside-down."
"Sure enough!" laughed Ruth. "Well, of all things!"
"Judging from the noise he's making," continued Harold, "John's business isn't very slack!"
"Are you commencing again?" groaned Jack.
"That will do, Harold! You've said quite enough!" warned Ruth.
They halted before the open doorway, through which they could see an old man bending over an upturned boat which he was repairing.
"Good day, Mr. Slack!" called Harold.
The man paused with his hammer in mid-air, and raised his head; a dirty white beard which seemed to start at his eyes, grew down over his chest.
"Howdy! What can I do for you?"