I didna ken hoo deep the loch micht grow to be suddenly; sometimes there are deep holes in such places, that ye walk into when ye're the least expecting to find one.
I was glad enough when I got back to the boat wi' the oar.

I started to climb in.
"Gie's the oar first," said Mac, cynically.

"Ye micht fall in again, Harry, and I'll just be makin' siccar that ane of us twa gets hame the nicht!" But I didna fall in again, and, verra wet and chilly, I was glad to do the rowing for a bit.

We did no more fishing that day, and Mac laughed at me a good deal.

But on the way hame we passed a field where some boys were playing football, and the ball came along, unbenknownst to either of us, and struck Mac on the nose.