“Oh I’m a navy battle-ship and dat submarine’s tryin’ to blow me up. I am shootin’ him all to pieces, see?”
As he explained, Jakey aimed stone after stone at the nearest boat while he stood balancing himself in the other boat.
“Shall I be the German what shoots the torpedo?” asked Prunel, all intense interest.
“Naw, you git in wid me and both of us kin sink him, I guess,” replied Jakey.
“It won’t be half as much fun as if we had someone to really fight,” suggested Prunel.
“I got a fine idea—you jus’ get in here quick!”
So Prunel, without knowing it had been forbidden, got in the boat with Jakey, eager to hear his plan.
“I’m goin’ to break dis rope what holds the boat, yeh see, an’ float around both dose submarines by holdin’ fast to dese overhanging branches, see?”
“Don’t you let go on ’em—cuz yeh hain’t got no rope er oars to get back wid,” warned Prunel, anxiously.
“Do you t’ink I’m such a silly?” said Jakey, as the boat swung about to the great excitement of both sailors.