"I should like to know how we are going to get out of this scrape ?" "Get out of it ?--who wants to get out of it ?" replied Oscar.

"I don't, for one--we shall have a first-rate sail down into the harbor; shan't we, Alf ?" "The tide will take us right under the bridge, and I 'm going to climb up one of the piers," said Alfred, who appeared to be thinking more of a way of escape than of the pleasures of the trip.
"Pooh, I shan't get off there," said Oscar.

"I 'm in for a sail, and if the rest of you back out, I shan't.

You 'll go too, won't you, Tom ?" Before Tom could answer, they all began to notice that their ice-cake gave signs that the burden upon it was greater than it could safely bear.

The swift current began to whirl it about in a rather uncomfortable manner, and it was gradually settling under water.