As soon as you have soaked in a few more ideas you will be fit to associate with the young gentlemen at this sailor-factory.

You may, therefore, take the washbowl, fill it half full of ideas, and stand on your head in them until they have soaked well in!" Poor Dave, his face flushed crimson, could have dropped in his humiliation at having thus fallen into the trap.

But he started manfully for the washbowl, which he half filled with water.

Meanwhile the other five plebes were choking.

They could have screamed in their glee--had they dared! Placing the bowl where ordered, Dave bent down to his knees, immersing the top of his head in the water.
With hands on opposite sides of the bowl he balanced his feet, preparatory to hoisting them into place against the wall.
"Up oars!" commanded Mr.Hayes dryly.
From one of the visiting plebes came an incautious giggle.