"Out with the boat, I expect," said Brandon.
"He's a little ruffian. I never saw such a desperate boy of his age."
"He managed you neatly," said Brandon, with a smile.
"Pooh!" returned Travers, who did not like the allusion. "I didn't want to hurt the boy."
"He didn't want to harm you," said Brandon, with an exasperating smile.
"I could wind him round my finger," said Travers disdainfully. "You don't think I'm afraid of that half-grown cub, I hope."
Grit heard this, and smiled to himself at the evident annoyance of Travers.
"As to winding me round his finger," thought the young boatman, "I may have something to say about that."
Brandon did not continue his raillery, not wishing to provoke the friend who had secured him participation in so profitable a job.