The fact is, you're both wrong.

We can make it here, and we needn't carry it five miles, or one mile, or half a mile." "How's that ?" asked Tom.
"Now _you're_ in a hurry, are you Tom?
I was just about to explain and only stopped to swallow, but before I could do it you pushed a question in between my teeth." "SILENCE!" roared Billy Bowlegs, "the court cannot be heard." Billy's father was sheriff of his county, and Billy had often heard him make more noise in commanding silence in the court room than the room full of people were making by requiring the caution.
Silence succeeding the laughter which Billy's unfilial mimicry had provoked, Sam resumed his explanation.
"There's a creek down there about a hundred yards, which runs into the river.

It is a small affair, but is pretty well up now, and my plan is to make the canoe here and paddle her down the creek to the river while the water is high." "Hurrah! now for work!" shouted the boys, who by this time had finished their breakfast.
"Where's your timber, Sam ?" asked Tom, bringing in the axes and adze out of the tent.
Sam had taken pains to select a proper tree for his purpose, a gigantic poplar more than three feet in diameter, which lay near the creek, where it had fallen several years before.
When the boys saw it, they looked at Sam in astonishment.
"Why, Sam, you don't mean to work that great big thing into a dug-out, do you ?" asked Sid Russell.
"Why not, Sid ?" asked Sam.
"Why, its bigger'n a dozen dug-outs." "Yes, that is true, but we're not going to make an ordinary canoe.
We're going to cut out something as nearly like a yawl, or a ship's launch as possible.

She is to be sixteen feet long, and three and a quarter feet wide amidships." Sam had learned a good deal about boats during his boyhood in Baltimore.
"Whew! what do you want such a whopper for ?" "Well, in the first place such a boat will be of use to us down at Pensacola, where we couldn't use an ordinary canoe at all.

You see I'm going to shape her like a sea boat, partly by cutting away, and partly by pinning a keel to her." "What'll you pin it on with ?" asked Tom.
"With pins, of course; wooden ones." "What'll you bore the holes with ?" "With my bit of iron, heated red hot." "That's so.