"You'll upset!"
"I won't upset! I know I can come up into the wind by swinging to starboard, but I'm going to show you that I can do it the other way, too."
"Molly!"
"You're just a passenger. You sit still and watch." They were barely twenty-five yards from the shore.
"Coming about!" shouted Molly.
Instead of turning to starboard, she deliberately forced the canoe to port. There was a moment of suspense. Then, exultingly, the quickening wind lost its grip on the sail, shivered it an instant as it hit the edge, and finally banged it violently across the canoe.
"Keep your feet free of the lines!" Rodman yelled, as he threw his weight toward the windward side, in an attempt to counterbalance its power.
"Look out for yourself!" Molly flung back. "I'm going—"
She never finished her sentence. It was choked short as the canoe heeled abruptly and dumped its occupants into four feet of cool September lake.
For a moment they stood facing each other; Molly laughing, Rodman furiously out of temper.