“I’m surprised at your ignorance.”
“Well, suppose you enlighten us,” said Chot.
“Can’t,” replied Fleet. “Don’t know what it is myself.”
“Then why did you use it?”
“Because it rhymed with Winton,” replied the fleshy lad, with a grin.
“By the way,” said Pod, “speaking of jokes.”
“Now, who said anything about jokes?” Fleet demanded.
“Well, you had your little fling, didn’t you? Give me a chance. Speaking of jokes, what is the best time by the clock to tell a joke?”
“Oh, give it up,” cried the other boys in unison.
“A joke is best appreciated when it strikes one,” said the little fellow. He laughed so loudly that his paddle slipped and he came near capsizing. Then it was the turn of the others to laugh, and they made the water ring with their shouts.