"Well, shall we go ashore?" asked Paul, as their new friend started off down the bank of the stream.
"And get our feet wet doing it," added Innis. "I'm going to wade barefoot, anyhow," and he prepared to take off his shoes.
"Let's sit here and eat first," suggested Dick. "It's about dinner time, and we've got some hard work ahead of us. I do hope we can get a block and fall."
Dick's plan met with instant favor, and then, in the big car the three marooned travelers began to prepare a meal on the electric stove.
They were busily engaged at this when their new friend came rowing up the stream. He saw the boys sitting comfortably about the table which had been let down from the roof of the car, and his eyes grew big with astonishment.
"Wa'al, I swan t' goodness!" he gasped. "There ain't nothin' slow about you boys; be there?"
"Not so as you could notice it," assented Dick, with a laugh. "Will you have a fried egg sandwich?"
"What? Be you cookin' in there?" cried the man in astonishment.
"Sure!" laughed Paul. "Wait, I'll put an egg on for you in a jiffy!" and he broke one in the aluminum frying pan, while the man was tying the boat to the stranded auto.
"Wa'al, I swan t' goodness!" exclaimed the man, who had said his name was Peter Kinsey.