The water was rough.
At times waves buffeted the boat and rocked it as if it were a paper shell.
The oars were needed, not to propel the boat, but rather to prevent it going too fast.
“Hurrah for the rapids!” shouted Max, but Ibrahim was getting scared.
“Pull us to the land,” he commanded, but Max was in for mischief.
“Don’t do it. On we go,” and then he began to sing:
“A life on the ocean wave,
A home on the rolling deep.”
Poor Klatchman overcame his fear of Max and jumped out of the boat.
A big, powerful fellow—swimming like a fish—he tried to reach the land.