"Nonsense, child!" he said. "Don't be silly."
"Don't you try to put me out. I'll hang on and—kick. Don't you say 'please,' either," she warned him.
"I must," he protested. "Please don't insist."
She scowled like an angry boy, and seized the gunwales firmly. Her expression made him smile despite his annoyance, and this provoked her the more.
"I'm going!" she asserted, darkly.
This outing had done wonders for both girls. The wind and the sunshine had tanned them, the coarse fare had lent them a hearty vigor, and they made charming pictures in their trim short skirts and sweaters and leather-banded hats.
"Very well! If you're going, take off your boots," commanded O'Neil.
"What for?"
"We may be swamped and have to swim for it. You see the man has taken his off." Murray pointed to the raw-boned Norwegian oarsman, who had stripped down as if for a foot-race.
Eliza obeyed.