“And after we banged you in the battle,” said Val. “If you did beat us, we hit you as hard as we could.”
“It was a capital battle,” said Bevis hesitatingly. He had the halyard in his hand, and paused with the mainsail half hoisted.
“Whopping and snopping,” said Charlie.
“Charging and whooping and holloaing,” said Val.
“Rare,” said Bevis. “Yes; you fought very well.”
“But you never asked us to have a sail.”
“Not once—you didn’t.”
“Well, it’s not your ship. It’s our ship,” said Mark, giving another push, till the Pinta was nearly afloat.
“Stop,” cried Charlie, running down to the water’s edge. “Bevis, do take us—”
“It’s very selfish of you,” said Val, following.