“But there isn’t any hunting, is there?” objected Ned. “I want to hunt.”
“You can do your hunting when you come back to Beaufort to visit,” proposed his father.
“Can I take the scull-boat?” queried Ned.
“No, I believe you had better leave that here,” decided his father. “The lake has yachts, and steamers running across, you know——”
“Out of sight of land?” asked Ned, hopefully. “Do they get wrecked?”
“W-well, not often,” said his father. “But they do get out of sight of land, that’s sure.”
“When are we going to move?” demanded Ned, now all ready to pack up.
“About the middle of next month,” replied his father.
“Then I won’t have any wood to pile!” cried Ned, overjoyed.
“No,” said his father, laughing. “I guess we have enough to last us through.”