They promised to be on hand the day set for sailing, and then, with their minds full of the happy prospect ahead of them, they went ashore.
The parents of the lads offered no objection to their making the cruise in company with Captain Wiggs, who was well known in Darewell. In due time valises and trunks were packed and the four chums, the envy of their less-fortunate school companions, strolled down to the wharf and boarded the Modoc.
The steamer was a large one, and had good accommodations for passengers, though she seldom carried any. This time, besides the boys, there was only one man, who was making the trip for his health. He was Burton Ackerman, who lived in a small town not far from Darewell.
They found that their staterooms, which were of good size, adjoined one another. They put away their belongings, and then went up on deck. The Modoc had cast off, and was slowly gathering speed as it dropped down the river toward Lake Erie.
“Don’t forget the scenery, boys!” called the captain, as he passed.
“We won’t,” answered Ned, with a laugh.
The boys had often made the trip to Lake Erie, and there was little of novelty for them in this. But, when the steamer had gotten well out on the big body of water, they crowded to the rails, for they had never been out so far as this before.
“It’s almost as good as an ocean voyage,” exclaimed Bart.
“What are you thinking of, Stumpy?” asked Frank, noticing that his short chum was rather quiet.
“I know,” declared Ned. “He’s wondering if he’ll see Ruth.”