“Didn’t I tell ’em!” panted the man in shirt-sleeves. “Didn’t I! Told ’em it was against the lor.”
“Look here!” cried Venice from the pit of darkness. “Don’t you put that bull’s-eye this way, else God knows what you won’t see!”
“And he’ll never go back to his wife again,” sang Shirley. “I know men.”
“You ain’t allowed to swim here,” said the Voice tremendously. “Are they, Bill? Out of it, now!”
“I do wish,” Hugo said violently, “that perfect strangers wouldn’t force themselves on us like this. Any one would think we were at a Royal Garden Party!”
The canoe rocked frantically. “Damn you, Guy!” said Napier. The constable turned his bull’s-eye to where he thought Guy’s face would be, then flashed it a foot higher.
“About this law,” murmured Guy.
“Now, sir,” said the Voice, rather pathetically I thought. “I don’t want to have no trouble.”
“The very word! I was just going to ask you if it would be troubling you too much to ask you to run up to your house to lend us some towels. It really would be very kind of you. Our friend here hasn’t brought us quite enough....”
Splash!