“Yes,” murmured Janet.
“Well, the boat isn’t there. You go along a little farther till you see two stakes—one straight and the other crooked.”
“Yes,” murmured Janet. “Is the boat there?”
“No,” answered Ted. “You go along a little more until you see two crooked stakes stuck up, and there’s the boat.”
“It’s like a game, isn’t it?” asked his sister.
“Kind of,” Ted admitted.
The Curlytops tramped along until they came to the first three sticks sticking up, as Jimmie had described them. Then they reached the spot along the shore of the bay where one stick was crooked and the other straight.
“We’re ’most there now!” Teddy exclaimed.
“Oh, I see the two crooked stakes!” cried Janet, a few minutes later, and there, in a little hollow of the weeds, a sort of tiny harbor well hidden, was the boat.
“Now we’ll get a lot of crabs for Daddy!” said Ted, as he pulled the boat out so Janet could get in.