Of course I _do_." "All right, then," said Frank, as he pushed the boat from the wharf.
"Go ahead.

We shall be obliged to tack a good many times, going down but we can sail back like a book, and--" "Oh, you teach your grandmother, will you ?" interrupted James.

"I've sailed more boats than you ever saw." Frank, at first, did not doubt the truth of this assertion, for James lived in a seaport town, and had had ample opportunity to learn how to manage a yacht; but they had not made twenty feet from the wharf, when he made up his mind that his cousin had never before attempted to act as skipper.
Instead of keeping as close as possible to the wind, as he should have done, he turned the boat's head first one way and then another, and, of course, made no headway at all.
"I never saw such a tub as this," said James, at length; "I can't make her mind her helm." Just at this moment a strong gust of wind filled the sails, and, as James was not seaman enough to "luff" or "let go the sheet," the Speedwell same very near capsizing.

As she righted, the wind again filled the sails, and the boat was driven with great speed toward the shore.

Frank had barely time to pull up the center-board before her bows ran high upon the bank, and the sheet was roughly jerked from James's hand, and flapped loudly against the mast.
"There," said Frank, turning to his cousin, who sat, pale with terror, "I guess it's a long time since you attempted to sail a boat; you seem to have forgotten how, I tell you," he continued as he noticed James's trepidation, "if I hadn't pulled up that center-board just as I did, we should have been obliged to swim for it." "I can't swim," said James, in a weak voice.
"Then you would have been in a fix," said Frank.