"We told you to pass in front," laughed John Hackett, "and you wouldn't do it, so the catastrophe is on your own head."
"Yes, and you said—"
"Were you green enough to suppose that we would run you down on purpose?" interposed Nat. "Why that would have been an awful thing to do, even for pirates."
"You try any more funny business on us, and you'll get in the biggest scrap you ever had, Nat Wingate," cried Bob, angrily.
"What's that?" said Nat.
"You heard what I said. You've been too gay, altogether, and we won't stand for it."
"Christopher! If you were silly enough to run on a sand-bank, I can't help it."
"You stopped here on purpose, and—"
"Don't get too fresh, Somers. It's not healthy," bawled John Hackett.
"How can a little 'salt' be so fresh?" cried Nat.