“Were you scared?” asked Tom, as he unbent his limbs.
“Do you want me to tell the truth?” answered his companion, trying to laugh. “Well, when I first got on that seat, I didn’t have cold feet. They were frozen.”
Tom laughed feebly, and shook his head.
“I didn’t weaken till we hit the water.”
“I was over the worst of it as soon as we got goin’,” went on Bob. “But talk about jumpin’ into a cold bath! For awhile, I wished we’d never thought of the thing.”
“How about it now?” went on Tom.
“Now? Oh, it’s all over now. I’ve been baptized. You feel all right, don’t you?”
“I’ve felt better—in a sail boat,” laughed Tom, “but I’m game. Fix her up. We’re losin’ time.”
The trouble was only a loose wire and a deficient spark. It was adjusted in a moment. Bob looked at his watch.