“Well, of course, it’s pretty hard to be sure in the dark,” Bob replied. “But it doesn’t seem as though we can be very far off. What’s your idea?”
“Don’t know’s I have any,” the boy replied. “Only I’m getting a little tired of poking holes in the water here and have ’em fill up so quick that you can’t tell whether we’ve been here before or not.”
“You’re getting a bit mixed I’m afraid,” Bob laughed. “But let’s try once more and if we don’t hit it we’ll go into a committee of the whole and discuss ways and means.”
“The moon’s coming up anyhow. Perhaps that will help,” Rex said.
“Mebby, but I don’t see how.”
Rex knew that Jack was trying to be cheerful.
But their search was nearly at an end for they had pushed the scow hardly fifty feet when its bottom was scraping and in another moment they had come to a stop.
“Hurrah! I guess we’ve hit it,” Jack shouted as he at once “heaved the anchor.”
“And it’s about time we did,” Bob added.
A rapid investigation with the peaveys proved that they had at last hit the right spot and they lost no time in setting about demolishing the pier. The water, at this point, was only about two feet deep and Bob explained that in the summer, when the water was low, a good-sized island occupied the center of the river at that point.