"All get in, and I'll push off," said Harry, who had hip-boots on. The other three climbed in, then Harry gave a good push and scrambled over the edge himself.
"Think of rowing a boat in the middle of a street," said Bert. "That's the way they do in Naples," he added, "but I never expected to see such a thing in Meadow Brook."
The boys pushed along quite easily, as the water was deep enough to use oars in, and soon they had rounded the curve of the road and were in sight of the people looking at the dam.
"What an immense tree!" exclaimed Bert, as they left their boat and mounted the bank.
"That's what saved the dam!" said Harry. "Now Mrs. Burns can come back home again."
"But look there!" called Tom. "There goes Peter Burns' chicken house."
Sure enough, the henhouse had left its foundation and now toppled over into the stream.
It had been built below the falls, near the Burns house, and Peter had some valuable ducks and chickens in it.
"The chickens!" called Jack, as they ran along. "Get the boat, Harry, and we can save some."
The boys were dashing out now right in the stream, Jack and Tom being good oarsmen.