You don't want another bath, do you ?" Bob Chowne got up on to his knees in the bottom of the boat, shivering and blue, and stared wildly at us all in turn.
"Cold, eh ?" growled old Jonas.

"Well, then, I'll bale, and you two row to the lugger." He glanced round at his son, who was showing signs of returning animation; but it evoked no sympathy before us, whatever he might have felt, for he only frowned as, in a shivering mechanical way, we two wretched boys seized an oar apiece, sat down on the wet thwarts and began to row.
"Now, then," shouted old Jonas, "look where you're going.

Pull, doctor! Easy, captain! That's better." Between his words he kept sending out pannikins of water rapidly to ease the boat, for it was above our ankles as we sat and pulled.
"Nice fellows all of you!" grumbled old Jonas.

"Why, you all look blue.
Fool's trick! Who put it up ?" "I--I don't know what you mean, Mr Uggleston," I said.
"Who proposed to swim off to the lugger?
Was it Bigley ?" "N-no, Mr Uggleston," I panted, half hysterically, as I tugged at the oar, an example followed by Bob Chowne, who was very silent and very blue.
"Soon as I get you aboard, I'll give you all a good rope's-ending, and chance what your fathers say," grumbled old Uggleston, as he sent the water flashing over the side.

"I suppose it was my Bigley as set you at it, wasn't it ?" "No, sir," I said, as I rapidly grew more composed now.