But as soon as they got well round the first bend, they put their backs into it, and finally the Baker's boat drew ahead. When he saw this, Mandeville stopped paddling.
"Get in ours, old man; one's enough."
"What about this one?" said Smith.
They steered over to the other bank, and left it there. For when they capsized it, they found it would not sink as they hoped.
"But we've all the paddles," said the girl, the beautiful cause of the war.
They paddled steadily once more, until Smith suddenly made a sound expressive of entire vexation.
"What is it?" said the Baker.
"We've no food, and the water-bags are left behind."
The Baker laughed.
"Water enough, sonny; and h'as for food, Miss Kitty, 'ere, will have to find it."