Then the stays were hooked on, hauled taut, and up went the little lug-sail smartly enough, the patch of brown tanned canvas filling at once, and sending the boat gliding gently along over the rocks which showed clearly deep down through the crystal sea.
"Soon know how to manage a boat yourselves," said the old man grimly, as he thrust an oar over the stern and used it to steer.
"Manage a boat ourselves!" cried Mike.

"I should think we could--eh, Vince ?" "Should think you could!" said the old man laughing.

"Ah! you think you could, but you can't.

Why, I hardly know how yet, after trying for fifty year.

Wants some larning, boys, when tide's low, and the rocks are bobbing up and down ready to make holes in the bottom.