Father Roland, sitting in the bows, so as to leave the stern seat to the two women, wasted his breath shouting, "Easy, number one; pull harder, number two!" Pierre pulled harder in his frenzy, and "number two" could not keep time with his wild stroke.
At last the skipper cried: "Stop her!" The two oars were lifted simultaneously, and then by his father's orders Jean pulled alone for a few minutes.

But from that moment he had it all his own way; he grew eager and warmed to his work, while Pierre, out of breath and exhausted by his first vigorous spurt, was lax and panting.

Four times running father Roland made them stop while the elder took breath, so as to get the boat into her right course again.

Then the doctor, humiliated and fuming, his forehead dropping with sweat, his cheeks white, stammered out: "I cannot think what has come over me; I have a stitch in my side.

I started very well, but it has pulled me up." Jean asked: "Shall I pull alone with both oars for a time ?" "No, thanks, it will go off." And their mother, somewhat vexed, said: "Why, Pierre, what rhyme or reason is there in getting into such a state.