“I should say not, unless you improve in rowing.”
“Don't I row well?”
“There is considerable room for improvement. However, you have time enough for that.”
They were cruising near the shore when a boy of ten came down to the bank and called out to them.
“James,” he said, “will you let me go across in the boat with you?”
“Why should I?” demanded James, not very amicably, for the boy belonged to what he termed the lower classes.
“Do let me,” urged the boy. “I left mother very sick and went for the doctor. She was all alone and I want to get back as soon as I can.”
By the road the boy would have to walk about a mile and a quarter, while he could be rowed across the pond in six or seven minutes.
“I can't take anybody and everybody in my boat,” said James, disagreeably. “Go ahead and walk.”
“How can you refuse the boy, when he wants to get home to his sick mother?” said Cameron, indignantly. “Jump in, my boy, and we'll take you over.”