But most of the time they simply floated. Mr. Cook and Joe kept a hand on the tillers of their boats, while Sandy and Mike watched the scenery or sprawled lazily on their backs, drinking in the sun and the bracing mountain air.
As Sandy stretched and shifted into a more comfortable position, he could hear Mike singing in the other boat.
“‘Oh, give me a home where the buffalo roam, and the deer and the antelope play! Where seldom is heard a discouraging’—Hey, Joe!”
“What?”
“Ever see any antelopes?”
“Sure.”
“What do they play?”
“Baseball mostly” came the reply. “And a little tennis, sometimes.”
“Thanks. Just wondered.” Mike took a breath and plunged ahead. “And the deer and the antelope play! It’s baseball at night! A discouraging sight! After watching the tennis all day!”
Sandy grinned and hoisted himself up to a sitting position. “I like the original words better, Mike!” he shouted.