“Might use gunpowder,” put in Frank. “I’ve read of campers doing that.”
“Excuse me,” came from Bart, making a wry face. “Besides we haven’t any, so that doesn’t count.”
“There’s some one camping on the other side of the river,” said Fenn, pointing to where a little column of smoke arose through the trees, about opposite to where the boys were located. “Maybe I could borrow some salt from there.”
“Good idea,” said Bart. “Take the canoe and paddle over.”
Fenn was soon on his way. The others went on with the preparations for dinner pending his return, as the fish were not quite cooked. They watched Fenn paddle over, pull his canoe upon shore, and disappear into the woods. He was gone a few minutes and when he reappeared a man followed him.
“Maybe he wouldn’t lend any salt,” said Frank.
As the boys watched they saw the man get into the canoe with Fenn, who then paddled over.
“Looks as though he wouldn’t trust Stumpy to bring the salt over,” commented Bart. “Wonder what the man wants?”
In a short time the canoe containing Fenn and the stranger grounded on the little beach near where the boys were camped.
“Did you get the salt?” asked Ned.