It will warm you." "But where are we to row ?" I said dolefully, and with a curious sense of not caring what happened now.
"I'll show you.

Look!" he cried, "you can see the north star." "Bother the north star!" I grumbled.

"I don't want to see the north star." "But if we keep staring straight up at that as we go, we are sure to reach our shore--somewhere." I yawned and shivered.
"Must we row, Bigley, old fellow ?" I said dolefully.
"Yes.

Now, then.

Both together." I let my oar fall in the water with a splash, and then began to pull, feeling dreadfully stiff and cold, and aching so that I could hardly use my arms.
"Pull away!" cried Bigley; and I did pull away, making an angry snatch at the water each time, for I was in pain and misery; but in a short time the stiffness wore off, the aching was not so bad, and, to my great delight, a curious sensation of glow began to run through me, and I was beginning to feel comfortable, when Bigley exclaimed: "In oars! I'm going to wake up Bob." He leaned forward and shook Bob, who resented it by kicking, and then throwing out a fist which struck the side of the boat a sharp rap.
"Bob! Bob Chowne! Wake up!" cried Bigley taking him by both shoulders and shaking him.
Bob hit out again, striking Bigley this time viciously in the chest, and the result was another sharp shake, for Bigley seemed disposed to take up his father's tone again.
"What is it ?" whimpered Bob.