“Nor I,” Bob agreed. “I’m glad it isn’t cold because it looks as though we might have to spend the rest of the night out here unless we want to land over on the other side.”
No other shout came to them and soon the lights disappeared, but a moment later they saw them appear amid the trees.
“Guess they decided that the water was too wet and cold,” Jack laughed after they had watched the lights as they moved up the bank of the river.
“Well we might as well put in a little more work here,” Bob suggested. “We don’t want to go in till we’re sure those fellows have left for good and we do want to be sure and make a good job of it here. But where in the name of common sense do you suppose they’ve been all this time if they didn’t go back to camp?”
Neither Rex nor Jack ventured a guess and for another half hour they worked at the stones.
“There, that old pier’s as flat as a flounder now,” Jack declared as he threw his peavey to the bottom of the scow and sat down.
“I guess so,” Bob agreed. “Think it’s safe to go in now?”
“I’m willing to take a chance,” Jack replied. “How about you, Rex?”
“You fellows know best. Whatever you say goes here.”
“All right. I’ll get up the anchor,” Jack said. But before he had time to get the stone into the boat Bob cried in a low tone: