“And what will hold it there?” I asked him. “Besides, what good is the rope as long as we haven’t got our bathing suits? You don’t expect us to walk on the rope, do you?”
“Oh, here comes a boat!” Dorry shouted. “See it? It’s just coming around the bend. There are two men in it.”
“Are they nice men?” I asked him.
“What are you talking about?” Pee-wee shouted. “They’re a quarter of a mile away!”
I said, “That wouldn’t prevent them from being nice men. Your uncle is all the way over in Europe and he’s a nice man.”
“All I can see is their backs,” Westy said.
I said, “Well, as far as I can tell from their backs they look as if they might be nice men. Maybe we can get them to carry the end of the rope across and fasten it on the other side.”
“Yes, and what will we do then?” the kid wanted to know.
“Then we’ll say ‘thank you,’” I told him.
“Yes, and what then?”