now," said Jim, shaking his damp hair; "I've been feeling rather like a fogger. How do you expect me to row and sing?"
"You always do," said Garth. "Sing the one about 'It's westward, ho, for Trinidad, and eastward, ho, for Spain!' and 'Round the world if need be, and round the world again, with a lame duck a-lagging all the way.' That's rather like me," he added suddenly, "only it meant a ship, of course. She was always so far behind the rest of the fleet!"
"But she didn't give up!" said Jim. "She came in with the best of 'em, in the end."
"Yes," said Garth thoughtfully. "Please sing, Fogger."
So Pemberley settled to his stroke and sang in a fine deep voice.
"Sing the Barbary one, Jim," Elspeth suggested, when he had finished.
Garth bounced joyously in the stern-sheets.
"Oh, do!" he cried.
"Very well," agreed his father. "But please remember that you're supposed to be steering this boat. We went two points off our course then."
Garth gave heed to the yoke-lines, and Jim struck up:
