“Just around the bend of the river here.”
David’s freckles darkened. He didn’t like to be made game of by older people, for then there was no redress.
“There isn’t any house within two miles of here,” he said shortly.
“What’ll you bet? Half a dollar?”
“No,” replied David resolutely.
David followed his new acquaintance around the wooded bank. The river was full of surprises to-day. In midstream he saw what looked to him like a big raft supporting a small house.
“That’s my shanty boat,” explained the young man, as he shoved a rowboat from shore. “Jump in, my boy.”
“Do you live in it all the time?” asked David, watching with admiration the easy but forceful pull on the oars.
“No; I am on a little fishing and hunting expedition.”