“Hear that, Scood?” cried Kenneth. “He says, was he nearly drowned?”
“I—I’m not used to it,” panted Max.
“Needn’t tell us that—need he, Scood? No, no, don’t get out.”
“I—I must now. I’ve had enough of it.”
“No, you haven’t,” cried Kenneth, who was paddling near. “Hold on by the rock and kick out your legs. Try to swim.”
“Yes, next time. I’m—”
“If you don’t try I’ll duck you,” cried Kenneth.
“No, no, pray don’t! I—”
“If you try to get out, I’ll pull you back by your legs. Here, Scood, come and help.”
“Don’t, pray don’t touch me, and I’ll stay,” pleaded Max.