"But you are not going any farther—are you?"
"To be sure I am. Do you think I am going to back out now?"
"We shall certainly be drowned!"
"Nonsense!"
"I don't want to go any farther," moaned Kate, who felt like one going to execution.
"I can't help it if you don't. I'm going down to Pennville," answered Fanny, still dipping up the water from the bottom of the boat.
"I won't bale out any more then," ejaculated Kate, as she dropped the pail, and looked as though she actually meant what she said.
"Very well; then I won't," added Fanny, throwing down the dipper.
"If you will go back, I will bale out the water as hard as ever I can."
"But I will not go back," replied Fanny, firmly. "Do you think I am going home to be shut up for a week, or sent back to my uncle, without having any fun at all? If you won't bale, I won't. I guess I can stand it as long as you can."