Bob declared he had had enough of his grass bed, so he got some blankets from the boat and stretched out under the tent between Ned and Jerry, and as far as possible from the river.
“Whatever it was, it’s not going to nab me again,” he said, as he fell into an uneasy slumber.
There were no further disturbances that night, and in the morning the boys gazed curiously at the broad path made by Bob’s midnight visitor.
“Looks as though it was as big as a cow,” said Jerry as he saw the marks.
“Maybe it was,” remarked the professor.
“Don’t see what cows would be doing in the river,” observed Ned, but Mr. Snodgrass only smiled.
“What’s the program this morning?” asked Bob after breakfast had been disposed of and the things packed back into the boat. “Where are we going, Jerry?”
“Let’s keep right on down this river,” suggested Ned. “It’s a fine place.”
“Not for me!” exclaimed Bob. “At least if we do I’m going to sleep on the boat. No more cows for mine.”
“We’re going to Titusville,” declared Jerry. “Of course it would be nice to voyage down this river, and, according to my guide book it’s a beautiful sail. But if we want to get to Lake Okeechobee we’ll have to change to rail transportation for a while and embark again on Lake Tohopekaliga.”