“Think that’ll be strong enough, Scoody?”
“Na.”
“Then why are you casting it loose?”
Scoodrach gave his companions a cunning look, and made the rope fast to a ring-bolt, and then leaped out and secured the other end to a mass of rock.
“That’ll hold her,” he said. “Unto the ither.”
“Oh, I see what you mean now,” cried Kenneth, unfastening the mooring-rope from the ring in the bows. “Yes, that’ll do better.”
“She’ll holt twa laddies hanging on at aince,” said Scoodrach. “Na, na, ton’t to that.”
“Why not?”
“Because she’ll want ta crapnel.”
“Scood, you’re an old wonder!” cried Kenneth; “but you’ll have to carry it.”