"Oh, that's not a pretty name," cried the doctor's son. "I vote we call him Wags, because he wags his tail so much."
"All right, Wags it is," said Giant. "What do you say, Wags?" he added, turning to the dog.
The collie barked and wagged his tail vigorously. Evidently he was perfectly satisfied.
As the lads had no more game or fish to eat, they made a hasty meal of bacon, bread, crullers and coffee. As soon as the repast was over they took down the tent and placed that and the other things on board the rowboat. The collie had been fed and was more frisky than ever.
"Wonder if he'll go into the boat with us?" said Snap. "Some dogs don't like the water."
"Most collies do," answered Giant. "I'll try him." He called Wags, and the dog leaped into the craft and took his place at the bow.
"He'll do for a lookout," said Whopper. "Come on, it's time to start."
They looked around the temporary camp, to make certain that nothing had been left behind, then entered the rowboat and shoved off. Snap and Whopper took the oars, and soon they were on the journey up Lake Cameron to Firefly Lake.
"Don't forget one thing," said Snap shortly after starting. "If possible we want to bring down some sort of game for dinner. It won't do to use up our canned things and that stuff."
"Everybody watch out," said Giant. "And if we can't shoot something, why, toward dinner time, I'll try my hand at fishing again."