Clarence beamed kindly on the captain, smiled upon the passengers, and doffed his cap. There came a cheer from the deck, Clarence hummed “Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay,” and presently the two adventurers had the river to themselves.
“He said you were a young jackass,” said Abe presently.
“Yes, I noticed.”
“Well, you are.”
“Why, I could have made that easily. There was no danger at all. He had no business to stop that old boat of his. I didn’t ask him to. And then he goes and calls me names.”
“He said you were an idiot,” pursued Abe.
“That’s nothing. I’ve heard that before. Nearly all my friends say things like that to me.”
“I’ll not go rowing with you again, you big boob.”
“You’ll not get the chance. I’m off for the Coast at noon-time.”
“Here we are,” cried Abe presently, steering towards the shore. “This is the place that leads up to Pictured Rocks.”