"That will be nice," spoke Mollie. She had taken quite a liking to the young business man, and he seemed fond of her.
"We'll have some fun," said Frank. "We'll show him the woods, all right."
"Oh, he is no tenderfoot," declared Allen.
It was several days after this that Will proposed an ice boat trip. The river was in fine condition, and the wind was just right.
"The only thing is that it looks like a storm," said Betty. "We don't want to go too far."
"We won't," promised Will.
They got an early start, and took some food with them, intending to stay until afternoon. Though they did not plan to sail far, it was so glorious, once they started to glide along, that there was a temptation to continue, and when, by consulting her watch, Mollie discovered it to be some minutes after noon, they were many miles from camp.
"Oh, we must stop!" she exclaimed. "The wind may die out and we can't get back!"
"All right—let's have the eats then," proposed Will. A halt was made, and on the bank, under the shelter of some big trees, they built a fire, made chocolate and partook of the sandwiches they had brought.
"This is all right!" exclaimed Frank, munching on some bread and chicken, a sentiment with which they all agreed.