“I’m very sorry, Bob, but I was so tired.”
“Tired! You tired! What on? Here, go and find that boat!”
Dexter started off, and ran along the bank in one direction, while Bob went in the other, and at the end of half an hour Dexter came back feeling miserable and despondent as he had never felt before.
“Found it, Bob!” he said.
For answer his companion threw himself down upon his face, and began beating the ground with his fists, as if it were a drum.
“I’ve looked along there as far as I could go,” said Dexter sadly. “What shall we do!”
“I wish this here was your stoopid head,” snarled Bob, as he hammered away at the bare ground beneath the tree. “I never see such a chap!”
“But what shall we do?” said Dexter again.
“Do? I dunno, and I don’t care. You lost the boat, and you’ve got to find it.”
“Let’s go on together and walk all along the bank till we find somebody who has seen it.”