“Bathe! No, thankye. I should wake up the sharks: they’d bite then.”
“Ugh!”
“Yes, you may shudder. They grow fine about here. Why, before I’d made a dozen strokes, you’d hear me squeak, and see me go down and never come up again.”
“How horrid! You don’t mean it, though, do you?”
“Yes, it’s true enough. I’m going to have a nap.”
As the boy spoke, he lay back in the stern of the boat, and placed his broad Panama hat over his face.
“I say, Perry, old chap!” he continued, with his voice sounding whistly through the closely-woven hat.
“What?”
“If you smell me burning, wake me up.”
“All right,” said the lad addressed as Perry; and resting his elbows on his knees, he sat gazing up at the huge towering mountain nearest at hand for a few minutes, then: