Come along." Bigley half pushed me over the thwart to that in front, and placed the oar in my hands; then, taking the other, he thrust it in the rowlocks, and asked me if I was ready.
"Ready?
No," I said angrily.

"I want to lie down and sleep.

I'm so cold.

Let me lie down." "But you can't," he said.

"Now, then, let's row.