“Did I look around?” demanded George.
“No, but–”
“Well, that’s all I agreed to.”
“I know, but–”
“Seen any land, Sam?” asked George. He knew how angry he was making Grant, but one of his main objects in life was to tease people.
“Ah ain’t sayin’,” said Sam warily. “Yo’ all ain’t gwine to ketch me nappin’ again.”
“That’s right, Sam,” exclaimed Grant; “don’t you answer a single question that any one asks you.”
“Oh, Grant,” mocked George, at the same time pitching his voice like a girl’s. “I think you’re just horrid.”
“Hit him, somebody!” exclaimed Fred laughingly. “Don’t let him live.”
At this moment, however, George, who had been paying more attention to the conversation than the rowing, caught a crab. He lost his balance completely and toppled over backward, sprawling at full length on the bottom of the boat. As a consequence the whole crew was disorganized. The agreement not to look around was entirely forgotten and all heads were turned to look at George.