“We’re tired,” grinned John. “Think how hard we had to work to get the sail up and to pump out—”
“Oh, look at that water bug,” cried George suddenly, striking at some object in the water with his paddle. Whether he hit or even saw any bug or not will always remain a mystery. One thing is sure, however, and that is, that a great sheet of water shot up from under the blade of the paddle and completely drenched both John and Fred.
“What are you trying to do?” demanded Fred angrily.
“He did that on purpose,” exclaimed John. “Soak him, Fred.”
“Look out,” cried George, “you’ll get the lunch all wet.”
“You meant to wet us,” Fred insisted.
“Why, Fred,” said George innocently; “I just tried to hit that water bug. How should I know that you would be splashed?”
“Huh,” snorted John. “Just look at me.”
“That’s too bad,” said George with a perfectly straight face. “If you had come in after us we’d have all been in the same canoe and you probably wouldn’t have gotten wet.”
“You admit you did it on purpose then?”