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