“Is it rough?” said Mark.
“Shall we take in a reef?” said Bevis.
“No,” said Mark. “Let’s capsize.”
“Right,” said Bevis. “It doesn’t matter.”
“Not a bit. Isn’t she slipping along?”
“Gurgling and guggling.”
“Bubbling and smacking. That was spray.”
“There’s a puff. How many knots are we going?”
“Ten.”
“Pooh! twenty. No chance of a pirate catching us.”