Ben was at the oars which creaked and thumped between the pins, but were steadily driving the snub-nosed craft on its toilsome way past the boys.
"Hello, Ben," cried Larry.

"Take us in too." "All right," said Ben, heading the boat for the bank.

"Let me take an oar, Ben," said Larry, whose experience upon the world of waters was not any too wide.
"Here, where you goin'," cried Mop, as the boat slowly but surely pointed toward the cedars.

"You stop pulling, Ben.

Now, Larry, pull around again.