As the boys stepped on the wharf, they were startled to see two men in the Sprite. They were bending over the motor, but straightened up as the boys approached.
"Fine boat you have here," said the older of the two, a man about fifty years old, thick set and wearing a full beard. His companion was about five years younger, of rather slight build and smooth face.
"Yes, she's pretty fair," returned Bob rather dryly, for he did not like the looks of the two men and did not relish the idea of them getting into the boat without permission. However, he did not want to appear too churlish.
"Jack," said Bob, "you run up to the hotel and help bring down the stuff while I clean up the boat, will you?" A wink told Jack that Bob did not want to leave the boat alone, so he turned back to the hotel while Bob, seizing the painter, pulled the Sprite up to the wharf. The two men at once got out and, with an apology for their intrusion, turned away.
In about ten minutes the Golden family, including Edna, appeared, well laden with suit cases and bundles.
"Say, Bob," asked Mr. Golden, "do you think you can get us all over in one load? May is going too," May Brown was Edna's chum, of about her age and often spent several weeks at a time at the Golden cottage. She was a very jolly girl, and the Goldens were always glad to have her with them.
"Sure thing," replied Bob, "lots of room."
"Let's hurry then," said his mother, "I'm afraid you boys will catch cold in those wet clothes."
"No danger of that," laughed Jack, "It isn't the first time we've been wet, eh, Bob?"
Soon they were all aboard, bag and baggage and the Sprite's bow was headed up the lake.