“You try heet us?” the man in the bow shouted angrily, as Bob dug his paddle in the water and swung the end of his canoe round just in time to avoid a collision.
“Certainly not,” he replied pleasantly.
“Eet look ver’ much like eet,” the man growled as he swung his canoe so as to bring it close to the other.
“I don’t think so.”
“You mak’ call me liar, oui?”
“No. I’m simply trying to make you understand that I think you are mistaken.”
“Me non mak’ meestake. Me all der time right.”
“All right, we’ll let it go at that,” Bob replied, anxious to avoid a quarrel if possible.
“Whar you go?” the man, who appeared to be the spokesman of the three, asked.
“Down the river.”