"You bet! And maybe they'll be stirred up some more before I am done with them."
On the following Thursday afternoon, Dave, Phil, and Plum went out for a row on the river. It was a beautiful day, clear and warm, and the three got out a boat with two pairs of oars and a rudder, so that all might have a share in handling the craft at the same time.
"Let us row down to Bush Island," suggested Plum, naming an island about two miles away, which took its name from a patch of huckleberry bushes growing there. It was a pleasant spot, and one end of the island was occasionally used by the folks of Oakdale for picnic grounds.
"That suits me," answered Dave, and soon the three boys were off, never dreaming of what this little trip was destined to bring forth.
[CHAPTER XXIV]
ON BUSH ISLAND
The three boys had covered less than a third of the distance to Bush Island when they passed two rowboats, one containing Roger, Ben, and two others, and another containing Doctor Clay and Andrew Dale.
"Hello! lots of folks out this afternoon," was Phil's comment.