"Well, you fellows want to pay attention to baseball this season," put in Joe. "One thing at a time."
All of the boys knew more or less about a boat, and they took turns in handling the Sprite. They passed several other craft, including a small rowboat in which the old hunter, Joel Runnell, and his daughter Cora were seated.
"How are ye, boys?" shouted the old hunter and waved his hand.
"How are you?" several shouted back, and tipped their caps to Cora, who smiled sweetly.
"I hear ye have a baseball club," went on Runnell. "I'll have to stop over some day and see ye play."
"Do!" called out Joe. "You must come, too," he added to Cora.
"Thank you, I'll be sure to come," answered the girl.
"Where are ye bound?" continued Joel Runnell.
"Up to Pine Island."
"They tell me that Dan Marcy has been hangin' out up there."