"Meant for corn," replied Link. "But the cattle and hogs have been in it, and trampled down the rows."
"I should think so! They look like the last rows of summer!" Jack said. "Why don't you keep the cattle and hogs out?"
"I d'n' know; 't ain't much of a fence; hogs run under and cattle jump over."
"Plenty of timber close by,—why don't your folks make a better fence?"
"I d'n' know; they don't seem to take a notion."
Jack noticed that the river was quite near, and asked if there was good boating.
"I d'n' know,—pretty good, only when the water's too low."
"Do you keep a boat?"
"Not exactly,—we never had one of our own," said Link. "But one came floating down the river, and the boys nabbed that. A fust-rate boat, only it leaked like a sieve."
"Leaked? Doesn't it leak now?"