That was a neat trick; he'd just pushed his own hair out of his eyes with his hands, and then he grumbled, obviously still in his false indignant mode, "It's gonna take all bloody day fer these boots t' dry."

Then, with an equally sudden grin, he used Harold's splashing trick; the way he put his hands together to shove water. Quick study. Even standing in soaked boots. "Ah, well, leastwise yer stuck with the same, aye?"