"What's your game?"
"Never you mind," was the angry retort. "It's my game, from now on, and you'll watch and do as you're told. Get into the boat and hold her close to the Sprite with the oars. When I want you I'll let you know. Mind your eye when you change or you'll find yourself at the bottom of the lake."
Kinky made three attempts to get from one boat into the other. At the last attempt he came near swamping the rowboat, and when he drew back and clung panting to the side of the Sprite the rowboat had got away from him.
Ross shouted his maledictions.
"What can you expect of a fellow workin' like this in the dark?" grunted Kinky. "I ain't no sailor, anyway."
"You got feet and hands, haven't you? Then why don't you use 'em?"
With this retort, Ross started the motor and laid the Sprite alongside the rowboat once more.
"Now," he ordered, "try it again, Kinky. If you get a spill you'll stay in the lake for all of me."
Kinky's next effort was more successful. He had a narrow escape, but he finally plumped down into the bottom of the rowboat, righted himself unsteadily, and got on the 'midships thwart. A moment more and he had shipped the oars.