“Do you suppose we can find the house again?” mused Ned.
“Our folks might make us try,” replied Hal. “Let’s scull away as hard as we can, without looking where we’re going. Then we’ll lose it.”
Acting upon his own suggestion Hall sculled stoutly, skimming aimlessly between the trees, and soon the house and barn were nowhere to be seen.
“There!” he panted, ceasing his exertions, and letting the boat drift. “Now where are we?”
“I give it up,” candidly confessed Ned. “The water changes everything so. But what’s the matter with eating? Aren’t you hungry?”
“Hungry!” exclaimed Hal. “You watch me.”
As the boys untied their packages of lunch the dog sat up in expectation. He was all eyes and mouth.
“He’s hungry, too,” declared Hal. “He heard us say ‘eat.’ Here—catch!”
He tossed a slice of bread at their canine charge, and down it went, apparently swallowed whole.
The lunch which had been intended for two did for three; the boys munched and the dog gobbled, and presently scarcely a crumb remained.