“Now then, catch hold.”
“I’m afraid I don’t know how to steer,” said Max nervously.
“Oh, it’s easy enough. Keep her head like that, and if she seems to be going over, run her right up into the wind.”
“But I don’t know how.”
“Never mind that. Half the way to know how is to try—eh, Scood?”
“Yes; if she nivver tries, she can’t nivver do nothing at all so well as she should,” said Scood sententiously.
“Hear that, Max?” cried Kenneth, laughing. “Scood’s our philosopher now, you know.”
“Na, she isna a flossipher,” grumbled Scood. “Put look, Maister Ken—seal!”
He sat perfectly still, gazing straight at some black rocks off a rocky islet.
“Where?—where?” cried Max eagerly. “I want to see a seal.”