"I think you two are
mad! I prefer to drown!"
There was an uncomfortable silence. My position was a difficult one,
and, not knowing what to say, I said nothing.
"If one must drown!" exclaimed Lady Moya briskly, "I can't see it
matters who one drowns with."
In his strangely explosive manner Lord Ivy shouted suddenly: "Phil,
you're a silly ass."
"Push off!" commanded Lady Moya.
I think, from her tone, the order was given more for the benefit of
Aldrich than for myself. Certainly it was effective, for on the instant
there was a heavy splash. Lord Ivy sniffed scornfully and manifested no
interest.
"Ah!" he exclaimed, "he prefers to drown!"
Sputtering and gasping, Aldrich rose out of the water, and, while we
balanced the boat, climbed over the side.
"Understand!" he cried even while he was still gasping, "I am here under
protest. I am here to protect you and Stumps. I am under obligation to
no one. I'm--"
"Can you row?" I asked.
"Why don't you ask your pal?" he demanded savagely; "he rowed on last
year's crew."
"Phil!" cried Lady Moya. Her voice suggested a temper I had not
suspected. "You will row or you can get out and walk! Take the oars,"
she commanded, "and be civil!" Lady Moya, with the tiller in her hand,
sat in the stern; Stumps, with Kinney huddled at his knees, was stowed
away forward.
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