“Thanks. I thought perhaps we had to take it over in our teeth, you sleepy galoot!”
“You might try that,” replied Tom. “I’ve never seen it done, but it might work all right. Anyhow, our canoe is good and light, Alf.”
“Best little canoe on the river, Tom. Where are you going?”
“Bed,” replied Tom, suppressing a yawn. “You need plenty of sleep if you’re going to surmount obstacles. Good-night, every one.”
“That means we’re not wanted, Paul,” said Dan. “See you in the morning, fellows. First race is at ten-thirty, Alf. Good-night.”
“Oh, don’t run off,” begged Alf. “Tom doesn’t mind sleeping with a crowd around, do you, Tom? You couldn’t keep him awake if you tried.”
“I know,” laughed Dan, “but what’s the good of staying? Once Tom starts to snoring you can’t make yourself heard.”
“That,” said Tom, removing his shoes with many grunts, “is a very low thing to say. I bid you good-night, Mr. Vinton.”
“Good-night, Tom. See you later.”