And as it glided up through the muddy shallows at their feet they saw that the Black Swan it was. The rower stood up, and turned to face them. He was Big Mike!
Bob growled.
“Want to go across?” asked Big Mike, with a grin.
“Yes—that is, we’ve lost our boat,” stammered Ned, awkwardly.
“Get in; I’ll take you,” offered the South Beauforter.
“Will you? Good for you!” exclaimed Ned.
“I should say so!” spoke Tom.
Zu-zu was too flabber-gasted by the sudden presence of this arch ogre to say a word.
They marched in. Bob followed, with a dash to get past his enemy in safety.