Now--rest a minute!--All right ?--Come on then for the boat.

Here you are!--Hang on till I get in!" He drew himself up slowly, and hung for a moment while the water poured out of his clothes.

Then, with a heave and a wild kick in the air, he was aboard, and turned to assist his companion.

He grasped the little brown hands and braced his foot against the gunwale.

"Now!" and she came up over the side like a lovely white elf, and sank panting among the golden-brown coils of vraic.
"It was silly of you to jump in there, you know," said the boy over his shoulder, as he sat down to his oars and headed for Pierre au Norman again.
"The Race is too strong for you.