"After tomorrow we'll do better." "That's been the cry ever since we started," snapped Violet.
"For God's sake, shut up, Vi," groaned Eshwell.

"You're always kicking." The cabin was not quite the full width of the broad house boat.
Along the outside, between each wall and the edge, there was room for one person to pass from forward deck to rear.

From the cabin roof, over the rear deck, into the water extended a big rudder oar.

When Susan, following Burlingham, reached the rear deck, she saw the man at this oar--a fat, amiable-looking rascal, in linsey woolsey and a blue checked shirt open over his chest and revealing a mat of curly gray hair.

Burlingham hailed him as Pat--his only known name.