and dripped water all over the boards of the dock. I watched as thirty feet down the way, Ralph and Helga lowered the sail and lashed the boom.
As they finished, I got up and walked down the dock to the head of their ladder. The gravity had taken most of the energy out of me. Ralph caught on to the end of the ladder and started up. He had an apologetic look on his face as he saw me waiting. When he had gotten to the top and was just about to step out on the dock, I grabbed the ladder in both hands to brace myself, put a sandal lengthwise across his stomach, and pushed off as hard as I could.
He had a strong grip, but I caught him off balance. He let go of the ladder, waved his arms in an attempt to hold his balance but then saw he couldn’t. He twisted to guide his fall and turned it into a dive. He entered the water cleanly just behind his little boat. I leaned over and waited until he came up. Then I gave a look to Helga.
She shook her head. “I didn’t do anything,” she said fearfully.
Ralph caught on to the stern of the Guacamole, and clung there. He looked up at me, hopping mad.
“I had a real swell time,” I said. “Both of you will have to come up to the Ship sometime, and let me show you around.”
Then I walked away, leaving a dripping trail. I pushed my wet hair back off my forehead, squeezed a little water out of my sleeves, and shook myself as dry as I could. Then I left the quay. I didn’t look back at all. Let them solve their own problems.
I set off up the street that we’d come down. Some of the people on the street looked oddly at me as I passed. I suppose I was a strange sight, an odd little girl dressed in funny clothes and wringing wet. I wasn’t sure where I was and where I’d find the scoutship, but I wasn’t worried about it. Somehow, during the course of the hours I’d been here, Grainau had lost its power to scare me.
As it turned out, it didn’t matter that I didn’t know my way around. Before I’d even gotten to the top of the hill I ran into the monster, the dinosaur, George Fuhonin. He’d been out looking for me, and surprisingly, I was almost glad to see him.
He said, “What happened to you?”
I wasn’t dripping by that time, but I was still wet looking, I’m quite sure, like a half-drowned kitten fished out of the water. Thoroughly bedraggled.
I said, “We went swimming.”
“Oh. Well, come back to the ship and we’ll get dried out.”
I fell into step beside him, as best I could. We walked on silently for a few minutes, and then he said, “You know, I really didn’t intend to embarrass you. I wouldn’t have done that intentionally.”
“It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Just make sure the switch is off next time, please.”
“All right,” he said.
When we got back to the ship, I went into the toilet and turned on the hot air blower in the refresher. In a few minutes I was dry.
Then I discovered that in spite of my various stomach upsets, I was hungry. I ate heartily and felt much better. There’s nothing like the feeling of being comfortably full.
It was near nightfall outside when Daddy came back, though it was still in the middle of the afternoon by Ship time. When it started to grow dark outside, the people who’d been coming to stare all day had gone, I suppose home to dinner. When Daddy came back, there was no band playing this time.
I heard the horses and I went outside. One of the crew went by me and down the ramp. Mr. Tubman and Daddy handed their horses over to him and then turned their attention back to Mr. Gennaro, who was standing by his own horse. They didn’t see me standing near the top of the ramp.
In a very anxious voice, Mr. Gennaro said, “Now are you sure that this unfortunate business isn’t going to make any difference to our agreement?”
“I’m quite sure,” Daddy said, smiling. “You made your apology and I’m quite sure my daughter got whatever satisfaction she needed from pushing your boy into the water. Now let’s drop the whole matter. Our ship will be down for the ore you have ready