“It looked mighty little like a pond at one time,” said Bob. “Besides, you could have drowned just as easy there as you can here, Tommy.”
“Anyhow,” added Dan soothingly, “you couldn’t drown if you tried. You’re so fat you can’t sink.”
“I can su-su-swim under water as well as you cu-cu-cu-can!”
“What’s the town over there, Nelson?” Bob interrupted.
“Winthrop; and that’s Nahant ahead. You might head her in a bit more until Tommy gets his sea legs.”
Bob turned the wheel a mite and the launch’s bow swung further inshore.
“What time is it?” asked Dan.
“Just twelve,” answered Nelson, glancing at the clock.
“Well, what time do we feed?”
“About one, I suppose,” answered Nelson. “Who’s hungry?”