Don't slitheroo thet way, Harve.

Short's the trick, because no sea's ever dead still, an' the swells'll--" Crack! The loom of the oar kicked Harvey under the chin and knocked him backward.
"That was what I was goin' to say.

I hed to learn too, but I wasn't more than eight years old when I got my schoolin'." Harvey regained his seat with aching jaws and a frown.
"No good gettin' mad at things, dad says.

It's our own fault ef we can't handle 'em, he says.

Le's try here.