A little water came through a couple of deep cracks, but not much and I sopped it up with my hat.

But oh, jingoes, I never had to sit up so straight in school (not even when the principal came through the class-room) as I did in that cranky old log with a hole in it.

And oh, you would have chucked a couple of chuckles if you'd seen me guiding my Indian bark with a bunch of reeds.

Honest, they looked like, a street sweeper's broom.
After a while the creek began to get wider and then I could see far ahead of me the roof of a house.

Then, all of a sudden, I heard somebody shout.
"Don't bother to plug the hole up, leave it the way it is, so if the water comes in, it can get out again." Then I heard a voice shout, "You're crazy!" and I knew it was the fellows jollying Pee-wee Harris and they were talking about a hole in the boat, because that was the roof I saw.