Hutton was hardly as reserved.
"I tell you what," he said to me, stopping rowing, "I don't know what you and the other fellows intend to do, but I can't row any more.

I've been at it an hour together." "What are we to do, then ?" inquired I.
"Why shouldn't Hall take a turn?
He's been doing nothing." "He's been steering," replied I, "and he's the only fellow who knows how, and Charlie's not strong enough to row." "Well, all I can say is, I don't mean to row any longer." All this had been said in an undertone to me, but now Hall cried out-- "What are you shopping for, Hutton?
Pull away, man, or we shall never get out of this." "Pull away yourself!" said Hutton sulkily.

"I've had enough of it.

You brought us here, you'd better take us back!" Hall's face at that moment was a study.

I fancy if this had been a ship and he the skipper, he would not have hesitated an instant how to deal with this unexpected contingency.