“And he came back here and helped you out, too, it seems,” Case said. “I should think he was some dog!”
“And Teddy helped, too,” Clay laughed. “We had a show here for a little while that was worth the price of admission.”
“It didn’t look funny to me,” Jule protested. “I was scared stiff most of the time.”
After Alex and Case had replaced a broken globe on the prow light, told the story of their adventures, and explained that the chief of police had requested the privilege of looking over the boat in the morning, the boys moved the Rambler to a slip farther down the river and went to bed, Jule remaining on watch for the remainder of the night. The day had been a busy one and they were all tired.
Alex was out first in the morning, poking along the water front in the canoe which Max had deserted. After a time Clay came out of the cabin of the Rambler and called to him.
“Got a fish, Alex?”
Alex shook his head.
“The fish won’t bite my hook this morning!” he shouted back.
“Well,” Clay returned, “there’s a gudgeon up on shore that evidently wants to get hold of your hook, and you with it.”
Alex turned quickly and looked up the slip at the foot of which the canoe lay. He was just in time to see Max and another boy about his size disappearing behind a collection of goods’ boxes.