Half an hour's walking brought the two churns to another bay. They were walking behind a fringe of bushes, and now the doctor's son stepped forward, parted the branches and peered eagerly out on the bosom of the lake.
"Hello!" he cried, with something of joy in his voice.
"Is it the boat?"
"Yes!"
And now Snap came forward.
"There it is, just rounding yonder bend of the shore. Hurry up!
We'll catch the rascal who is running off with it!"
They had seen the craft, piled high with their outfit. A single person was at the oars—-a boy, by his size. He was pulling leisurely.
"Maybe he won't come ashore; and we can't follow him out on the lake," said Snap.
"We won't have to follow him."
"But if he won't come in?"