"I could go over the work again with pleasure," cried he.
"Nonsense, Hart! You could not." "And I _will_ go over it," he added, warming with the opposition.

"Who'll try his strength with me?
There's plenty of time before dinner." "I will," eagerly spoke young Carteret, who had been, as was remarked, one of those on land, and was wild to be handling the oars.

"If Dawkes will let me have his skiff, I'll bet you ten to five you are distanced again, Hartledon." Perhaps Lord Hartledon had not thought his challenge would be taken seriously.

But when he saw the eager, joyous look of the boy Carteret--he was not yet nineteen--the flushed pleasure of the beardless face, he would not have retracted it for the world.

He was just as good-natured as Percival Elster.
"Dawkes will let you have his skiff, Carteret." Captain Dawkes was exceedingly glad to be rid of it.