“Thry what?” asked Pat.
“Why, I’ll go out to the schooner in this boat.”
“How’ll we row her?” said Pat. “We haven’t any oars.”
“Well, in the first place, it can’t hold more than one; so you’ll have to stay, unless you want to go very particularly.”
“Niver a bit do I,” said Pat. “I’m not brakin my heart about it, so I ain’t. I’ll stay an welcome.”
“Then I’ll go,” said Phil, “and you wait. I’ll have to get something though, that’ll do for an oar.”
Saying this, he went back to the house, and looked about for some time. At length he found a pole lying near the well, and taking this, he went back to the boat. Pat and he then pushed it from the shore into the water. It floated.
“Hurrah!” said Phil. “It’ll carry me out that far any way.”
“Sure an don’t ye see the wather, how it’s rowlin an rushin in?” cried Pat.
Phil looked, and saw that the boat was, indeed, anything but water-tight, for the water was oozing in through numerous cracks and crevices.