“Science is a wonderful thing,” Jack declared.
“You said it, son.”
The deck of the Sprite was some two feet beneath the surface as she floated supported by the two barrels.
“We’d sure have some job bailing her out as she is,” Jack laughed.
“And it’s going to be some work to tow her in shore. It’s nearly half a mile and she sure’ll pull hard.”
He was correct in his estimate of the work still ahead of them and it took them all of two hours to tow the Sprite to the sandy beach directly opposite, and about a mile below the cottage.
“I’m hungry,” Jack declared as the boat finally scraped on the bottom.
“Ditto.”
“Then let’s leave her here and go up to the cottage and get dinner.”
“My sentiment exactly.”