“No; but we are floating down.”
“Lovely, sir. Now then, we shall have to look out, for we mustn’t pass the Doctor’s garden.”
Crack—creak—scrape!
The two lads dropped at full length into the water that was washing about the bottom of the boat, and lay motionless till they had scraped past a boat that seemed similar to the one they had boarded. But it was evidently unoccupied, and they raised themselves up into a sitting position again, and strained their eyes to gaze in the direction of the shore they had left, where all was perfectly still. Then Archie felt his companion’s hand touch his arm.
“Talk about a lark, Mister Archie!” whispered Peter.
“A lark?”
“Yes, sir. I forgot all about the crocs. They must have been asleep.”
Plash—wallow! came from just ahead, as there was a slight jar as if something had been encountered, and a tiny shower of water flew over them.
“Doesn’t seem like it, Pete,” said Archie softly.
“No, sir; and the brute needn’t have done that. I was quite wet enough before. I suppose you are a bit damp?”