“But it would take us as long to arrange to hire a boat as it would to wait for a new wheel,” objected Mr. Martin. “Besides, how could we get to Bentville by boat?”
“Very easily,” answered Mr. Teeter. “Rockaway River, which is the stream we float our logs down, flows from Crystal Lake, about fifty miles up country. You could cruise along the river, and so get to the lake. Then you cross the lake and you’re right at Bentville.”
“Yes, I suppose we could do that,” admitted Mr. Martin, after thinking it over. “But what about a boat? Where could we get one?”
“Take mine,” offered the lumberman. “I have a very good little cabin motor boat down in the river. You can put your things from the auto into the boat and keep on going.”
“Oh, Daddy, let’s do it!” cried Ted.
“Please!” added Janet.
“I like a boat on the water,” crooned Trouble. “Nellifunts, they squirt water out of they trunks.”
“What do you say, Ruth?” asked Mr. Martin of his wife.
“It sounds very nice,” she answered, with a smile. “But I should like to see the boat. Is there room on it for all of us?”
“Plenty,” said Mr. Teeter. “Come on, I’ll show you.”