"You're a trump, Lewston," said Harry. "Pole her down opposite your house, and then one of us will go over. Why don't you go out farther? You can't get along half as fast in here by the trees and hummocks as you could in deeper water."
"You don't ketch me out dar in dat runnin' water," said Lewston. "I'd be in the middle afore I knowed it, and dis pole's pooty short."
"Well, come along as fast as you can," cried Harry, "and I'll run down to your house and get your axe to cut a longer pole."
By the time Harry had found a tall young sapling, and had cut it down and trimmed it off, Lewston arrived with the boat.
CHAPTER XXIII.
Crossing the Creek.
"Now, then," said Harry, "here's the boat and a good pole, and you've nothing to do, Harvey, but just to get in and push yourself over to your station as fast as you can."
But the situation did not seem to strike Harvey very favorably. He looked rather dissatisfied with the arrangement made for him.