“Poof!”
Scood exploded again.
“You are laughing at me,” said Max quietly. “I can’t help being so ignorant.”
“Never mind, we’ll show you. I say, Scood, there’s wind enough to carry us by if we go close in.”
“No, there isn’t; keep out.”
“Shan’t. Get out the oars and help!”
“Best keep out,” grumbled Scood.
“You get out the oars—do you hear?”
Scood frowned, and slowly laid out the oars, as he took his place on the forward thwart, after a glance at the sail, which barely filled now.
“She aren’t safe to go near,” he said sulkily.