"Because we haven't got there."

Will's reason was received with laughter, but Pip persisted in his
questioning. "What if we thouldn't get there at all?"

"O we will."

Gov. Grimes and Wort had been very anxious to pull an oar, and Will
gratified them. But the governor could not row. Will had urged him to
stop. The governor's resoluteness sometimes ran into obstinacy, and it did
now.

"Just see me row--away," cried the governor, refusing to stop, but as he
was about to say "away," his oar slipped out of the rowlock, and he
finished the sentence, his feet going up into the air and his head going
down into the bottom of the boat!

"Caught a crab, governor?" shouted the president.

The boat stopped in the midst of the commotion that followed the
governor's tumble, and when Will started his craft again, he did not
appreciate the fact that its bow had shifted its aim.

"Where _are_ we goin'?" inquired Aunt Stanshy.

"Home," answered Will. "I'm all right. A few more strokes must fetch us
all right to the wharf," and he pulled lustily on his oars.

"It is my fear that we are all wrong," said Aunt Stanshy. "I know