“You have done that already,” replied Jock. “I’m glad you fellows have had a good time. I know I’ve enjoyed it.”
“There’s been only one drawback,” suggested Ben.
“What’s that?”
“That volume of C’s in the Cyclopædia. Cartier, Champlain, Cavon, Cortereal, Chimney Island—”
“Oh, that’s all right, too,” replied Jock, laughing. “We’ve been on The Trail of the Early Discoverers, haven’t we? Well, we ought to know something about them. We haven’t had enough to spoil us.”
“I trow not,” interrupted Bob, solemnly.
“I say, fellows,” said Jock, as a sudden thought seemed to strike him, “wouldn’t it be a great thing to keep on with this! We’ve been on this trail this summer; now, why shouldn’t we keep on and follow them into other places next summer?”
“A colossal idea,” said Bert, “if it can be worked out.”
“I’m going to fix that,” said Jock, decidedly. “Come on now, fellows, it’s time we were in bed. Let’s fire off the cannon for the last time.”
In a moment the roar of the cannon awoke the echoes, and then silence rested over the camp and the river.