"No?" said Link, stoutly. "They hauled it up, and last winter they worked on it, odd spells, and now it don't leak a drop."
Jack was surprised to hear of so much enterprise in the Betterson family, and asked,—
"Stopped all the leaks in the old boat! They puttied and painted it, I suppose?"
"No, they didn't."
"Calked and pitched it, then?"
"No, they didn't."
"What did they do to it?"
"Made kindling-wood of it," said Link, laughing, and hitching up his one suspender.
Jack laughed too, and changed the subject.
"Is that one of your brothers with a gun?"