“I didn’t. I—”
“Coming jumping on a fellow.”
“I didn’t, Bob. The boat stopped all at once, and I tumbled forward.”
“Then just you tumble on to some one else next time,” growled Bob, sitting up rubbing himself, and then yawning loudly. “Why, hulloa! Whatcher been doing of now?”
“I? Nothing Bob.”
“Yes, you have. You’ve got the boat aground.”
“I—I didn’t indeed, Bob. It went like that all of itself,” stammered Dexter.
“Went all of itself! You are a fellow to leave to manage a boat. I just shut my eyes a few minutes and you get up to them games. Here, give us holt!”
He snatched at the boat-hook, and began to thrust with all his might: but in vain.
“Don’t stand staring like that,” he cried, becoming all at once in a violent hurry to get on. “Come and help. D’yer want them to come and ketch us!”