"Oh, that's right! Where are they?"
"In the cart, not far off."
"Well, can you row this boat, or shall we tow it along? Perhaps that will be best."
"Oh, I can pull with the rope," said Jones; "pull the boat and you too; you look tired enough."
So now, after his hard work, Alfy was able to lie back delightfully at his ease in the boat, and feel he was being drawn quickly along.
When they reached the two clumsy crafts Alfy had left in the morning he found them quite high and dry. "The flood is subsiding," he said. "Perhaps by to-morrow this time the water will all have gone!"
"P'raps it will," was Jones' reply, "and p'raps it won't. But I 'spects reservore's pretty nigh empty now."
"Oh, you've heard it's the reservoir?" exclaimed Alfy. "Do you know how the water came to flow out?"
"I heerd as how the wall looking this way suddenly bust," answered Jones, "and the water all rushed down here."
"But don't you know how the wall came to burst?" persisted Alfy.