"The usual six," Dick smiled. "If you can do it, how much would you charge us?"
"Fifteen dollars," replied the driver, after a few moments' thought.
Dick's face showed his disappointment at the answer.
"I'm afraid that puts us out of it, then," he said quietly. "I had hoped that, as you are going up without a load, anyway, you might be willing to take our outfit up for a few dollars. It would be that much to the good for you, wouldn't it?"
"Hardly," Billy replied. "Carrying a load takes more out of a team than an empty wagon does. You can see that, can't you?"
"Ye-es," Dick nodded thoughtfully. "But, you see, we're only boys, and we can't talk money quite like men yet."
"Some men can't do anything with money except talk about it," Billy Heckler grinned. "Well, I'd like to oblige you boys. What's your offer, then?"
"We don't feel that we could pay more than five dollars," Dick answered promptly.
"No money in that," replied Billy Heckler, picking up a piece of wood and whittling.
"No; I'm afraid there isn't," Dick admitted. "I guess our crowd will have to content itself with staying at home and using the canoe on the river."