“Well, if you sit carefully in the exact center and do not move or wink except with both eyes at the same time I hardly think that there is a great deal of danger,” Jack replied in a tone full of sarcasm, but a chuckle just behind him quickly made him wonder if perhaps Rex had fooled him instead of the joke being the other way around.
“My, but you bit beautifully,” Bob said with a slight laugh.
“I guess I did,” Jack acknowledged somewhat sheepishly. “I’ll hand it to you, Rex. I thought you were in earnest. But come on. Let’s get this racing cutter afloat and get busy. Believe me, it’s going to be some job holding her against this current.”
“And it’s apt to take us some time to find the pile of rocks seeing that they are under water and I don’t imagine they made it very large,” Bob said as he put his shoulder to the scow and pushed.
The Frenchmen had pulled the heavy boat well up on the shore and it took the united strength of the three to get her back in the water.
“The Titanic has nothing on this craft when it comes to dead weight,” Jack panted as the boat finally slid off the bank.
“Where’s the oars?” he demanded as he jumped aboard.
“Don’t believe there are any,” Bob replied as he threw the rays about the scow.
“Funny they’d take them away.”
“Perhaps they didn’t have any, but pushed her with their peaveys,” Rex suggested.