“Think?” exclaimed Rob. “I think she is a Jim Dandy, just as Merritt said. But, Paul, will she run on the ice?”
“Don’t see why not. The propeller has tremendous driving power. I wish it would hurry up and freeze, I’m dying to try her out.”
“I’ll bet you are. It will be a long time yet to frost, though. In the meantime, what do you say to taking a little trip out to-morrow afternoon to the old De Regny place? It will make a good walk.”
“What on earth do you want to go out there for?” asked Tubby in a surprised tone.
“I have a reason,” rejoined Rob. “I’ll tell you about it to-morrow. Do you fellows want to go?”
“Of course, but you’re mighty mysterious about it,” grumbled Merritt.
“Hush! Maybe he’s found a corned beef mine!” exclaimed Tubby in a low, cautious voice.
“A corned beef mine? Why, I never heard of such a thing,” exclaimed Paul seriously.
“Didst not, little one?” chirped Tubby. “My uncle found one in northern Montana.”
“In northern Montana!”