“What’s the row?” asked Alf, catching sight of Tom’s face.
“I was just thinking,” replied Tom gravely, “how often we say things without thoroughly realizing the deep significance of them. I made the remark, quite casually, a moment ago that we wouldn’t have to paddle back.”
“Well?” demanded Alf sharply, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Well, we won’t.”
“Of course we won’t! The current will take us down, you idiot.”
“Oh, I see. It will be rather wet, though, won’t it?”
“Wet? What are you driving at, Tom?” Dan demanded.
“Me? Nothing at all. If you fellows can stand it I guess I can. But floating down the river in this weather sounds sort of wet and chilly.”
“In the canoes?” inquired Alf uneasily.