“All right, dad. Good-bye!”
“Good-bye. Careful now.”
“Oh, sure we will; it’s like a lake this morning.”
With Jack at the oars the boys rowed around a bit and dropped their lines over from time to time with fair success.
“I guess we’ve not got the right kind of bait, Tom,” declared Jack at length; “they don’t seem to be biting right.”
“Well, let’s pull around a bit and then try our luck again.”
“All right. You do the pulling, though. It’s too warm for one chap to do all the work.”
“Rowing’s my middle name; give me the oars.”
“Here they are. Don’t fall overboard in changing seats. I fancy I saw a shark’s fin cruising round here.”
“Now I’ll show you how to row.”