"Going to fight 'em, then?"
"Arbitrate. Maybe. Oh! Great smoke!"
Suddenly he had tripped over something and splashed on hands and knees into shallow water. It was as dark as a pocket down there under the bank.
"Rope," explained Midkiff, having caught hold of it.
"Don't tell me!" murmured Rex, touching his shin tenderly. "It raked me up and down. Lost some peeling that time, I did!"
"It's hitched to a boat," whispered Midkiff.
"That's what I thought," grunted Rex. "Haul her in. Reckon we've found something now."
"Give us a flash of your lamp, Rex," begged the other. "Let's see what sort of a tub this is."
The other did so, and the bow of a heavy canoe was revealed.
"There's another," Kingdon exclaimed under his breath. "Two-paddle boats, each. Bet that's what these fellows came in. They must have hired a dory to bring over their camp stuff."