CHAPTER IX.
ANCIENT HISTORY.
It was supper time when the boys arrived in camp, and Ethan and his son at once prepared the evening meal. Strange as it may seem to be, the appetites of the campers were almost as keen as they had been for the dinner at Goose Bay, and a full hour had elapsed before they rose from the table.
As soon as the remains of the feast had been cleared away, that is, if dishes can be called “remains,” for little else was left by the hungry lads, Ethan and Tom prepared to depart for home, promising to be back in camp in time for breakfast.
“You won’t forget what I told you, Ethan,” called Jock, as the men were about to set sail.
“No. I’ll go over to the bay [Alexandria Bay, Ethan meant] and stop on my way home. I’ll fix you out to-morrow mornin’ sure.”
“What conspiracy are you up to now, Jock?” inquired Bert.
“That’s a secret,” replied Jock, laughingly. “If it’s a good day to-morrow you’ll know all about it. You’ll like it, too. I’m sure you will; and it’ll leave even the fishing we’ve had to-day away behind.”