“It’s too bad, and I’m as sleepy as can be,” grumbled Dexter.
“Here! whatcher going to do?” cried Bob.
“Lie down and sleep till breakfast-time.”
“Oh, are yer?” cried Bob. “We’ve got to go and catch our breakfasts.”
“What, now?”
“To be sure. I’m getting hungry. Come along. I’ll find a good place, and it’s your turn now to get some cray-fish.”
“But I’m so cold and sleepy.”
“Well, that’ll warm yer. There, don’t look sulky.”
Bob got into the boat and unfastened the chain, so that there was nothing left for Dexter to do but follow; and they rowed away down the river, which was widening fast.
The exercise and the rising sun sent warmth and brighter thoughts into Dexter, so that he was better able to undertake the task of searching the holes for cray-fish when the boat was brought up under a suitable bank, and urged on by Bob he had to undress and take an unwilling bath, and a breakfast-hunt at the same time.