"That's what I call the right talk," added Darrin.
"How will the rest of us get along with the canoe while you're gone?" questioned Tom Reade.
"You don't suppose I'd go to Lake Pleasant without the rest of the crowd?" Dick retorted rather scornfully.
"Then you're going to take us all with you, and the canoe, too?"
Tom demanded, betraying more interest.
"If I can find the way to do it, or if any of you fellows can," was young Prescott's answer.
That started another eager volley of talk. Yet soon all of them save Dick looked quite hopeless.
The railroad ran only within eight miles of the lake. From the railway station the rest of the journey was usually made by automobile stages, while baggage went up on automobile trucks. Charges were high on this automobile line up into the hills. To send the canoe by rail, and then transfer it to an automobile truck would cost more than to transport it direct from Gridley to the lake by wagon.
"We can talk about it all we want," sighed Tom, "but I don't see the telephone poles on the golden road to Lake Pleasant."
"We've got to find the way if we can," Dick retorted firmly.
"Let's all set about it at once."
"When do we start?" teased Tom.