“Oh, Gif is only fooling, Jeff,” put in Spouter. “We can do the rowing just as well as not. We’ll let you cook supper for us when we land.”
There had been little wind during the day, but now it seemed to spring up, sighing drearily through the trees lining the shore. Then the sun suddenly sank behind a heavy bank of clouds.
“Doesn’t look as if we’d have any moonlight to-night,” remarked Andy.
“Seems to me we’re going to have quite a blow,” answered Fred, as he glanced through the tree-tops at the clouds.
“Come on, fellows! Everybody on the job!” cried Gif.
He and Fred, along with Jeff, were in the first boat to get off. Quickly Andy and Jack followed, and then came Randy and Spouter.
The course lay along the lakeshore and then past a broad cove where there was a string of small islands. As they passed the last of these islands they found the wind increasing and suddenly saw some whitecaps ahead.
“We’re in for a regular blow!” cried Gif.
“How far have we still to row?” called out Randy.