"But I picked 'em all. You said we should share alike."
"Well, I don't mean to," exclaimed Dan angrily. "I'll give you a hundred for your share. I'm going to sell the rest whether or no."
"I don't think that's fair;" faltered Jimmy "You said you'd give me two or three dollars."
"I don't care what I said. If you make any more fuss I wont give you one. Here I am running away from school and taking the risk of getting an awful whipping just to oblige you with a ride in the boat, and you a whining all the way like a baby."
"Oh, Daniel, what a wicked boy you are to talk so! My mother wouldn't let me stay here a minute with such an awful liar."
"Take that, will yer," shouted Dan beside himself with rage, striking Jimmy on the head with the oar.
The boat left to itself for the moment swayed around, and almost upset. When Dan had with considerable akin brought it too, he saw his companion lying at the bottom pale and senseless.
Dan started upon his feet and stood a moment paralysed with fear; then he seized the oars, and fearing he knew not what, made all haste to the shore; but when he reached the landing, Jimmy had given no sign of life.
"Oh what shall I do? I'm afraid he's dead!" Then he stooped down and tried to rouse him, crying again:
"Oh, I wish somebody would come!"