“What’s that?” cried Jerry, suddenly sitting up in his bunk.
“Andy had the nightmare and thought a horse was coming aboard, I guess,” chuckled Bob.
“I did not!” indignantly denied Andy. “But I heard something, all right.”
And, unmistakably there did come, just then, a bumping sound at one side of the craft.
“Keep still,” advised Jerry in a whisper, as he cautiously slipped from his bunk. He went outside, and, a moment later there was a blinding flash, as Jerry switched on the searchlight. Then the tall lad laughed.
“What is it?” asked Bob.
“Nothing but a big muskrat. He was swimming alongside. I guess we must have tied up in front of his nest. Well, we won’t bother you, old fellow,” and Jerry came back to bed.
After breakfast they went on again, and, in about an hour’s time they saw, shining before them, at the mouth of the river, the sparkling waters of Lake Mogan.
“There she is!” cried Bob.
“The last half of our trip!” added Ned.