"Come on in, the water's fine," yelled Bob.
"We'll be with you in a minute," said Bill.
On getting out of the canoe they found that the guides had already been busy with the landing. Four logs had been split in two and were ready at the chosen place. Mr. Anderson carried the ducks to the cook tent and he came back to assure the boys that they were in for a rare treat for supper.
"Jack's back, and he said that he would see to this pot-pie himself."
The boys turned at once to note the new guide. They found a rather old man, sharp of feature and eye but not very strong-looking.
"I thought he was a big fellow," said Bob.
"Oh, no," replied Mr. Waterman. "Jack's not very big, but he can tote quite a load over the hardest kind of portage. He's a wonder with the axe, and he can cook like a French chef. You'll find that out to-night."
After a fine swim and bath the boys were quite content to lie around their tents until they heard the welcome call to supper.
"I feel as empty as a barrel," said Pud, as he walked over to the table. "Gee, I'm stiff. I won't be able to get out of my blankets to-morrow."
"That just shows how soft you are," said Bob. "I'm a little stiff myself, but not very much. The back of my neck is sore."