“Well, don’t you git in our way,” said the man, crossly.
“Hel-lo!” exclaimed the saucy Ferd Roberts. “I’ve always wondered who owned Lake Honotonka, and now I know.”
“You’ll know a whole lot more if you don’t look out, Young Fresh,” growled the other boatman.
“I shouldn’t wonder,” laughed Ferd. “But I’m not going to school to you, Mister.”
“Do be quiet, Ferd,” advised Dave. “Now, Wynnie! What do you say to this?”
Meantime the boys had raised the two big stones that served the raft as anchors, and had poled the float near to Wyn’s canoe.
“Oh! a little farther, Dave, please,” cried the anxious girl.
“Say! I wanter know what you young ones are up to?” repeated the first boatman.
“Can’t you see?” returned Dave. “We’re shifting our raft.”
“What for?”