"Vat oof she shouldt durn over mit herseluf?"
"We've got to keep her from doing that."
"Ach, himmelblitzen! Dis iss der vorst fix vat I was afer in. Der landt iss goot enough for me. Der more vat I see of der ocean, der more vat I like der solid eart'. Now, oof ve——"
Carl, at that moment, was deluged by a wave. He strangled, coughed and spluttered, and if he had not been bound to the thwart would surely have gone by the board.
"Let me have your oar," roared Dick. "Take your cap, and bale!"
"How I vas going to dip all der gulf oudt oof dis poat mit my cap?" answered Carl. "I mighdt shust as vell drow der Mississippi Rifer ofer New Orleans mit a t'imble."
"Bale, I tell you!" whooped Dick, grabbing the oar away from Carl and shipping it opposite his own position.
Carl dipped frantically into the water, but his efforts were of little avail.
"I'll have to make a sea anchor," announced Dick.
"How you make dot? You vould haf to haf a placksmith shop, und——"