"Don't you be afraid, Mrs. Stillwater. We won't starve."
"Oh, he won't starve, ma'am. I'll see to that," said Burt.
"When we're hungry, we'll come home." They both laughed heartily.
"Do you think there'll be good sport, Burt?" said Indiana.
Burt, sitting in the boat, arranging his paraphernalia, looked at her admiringly.
"There'll be sport," he replied.
"Oh, Glen; are you going to take your mandolin?"
"Why not? It'll cheer us up nights, by the fire."
Burt grinned in visible delight.
"Well, I won't say good-bye for such a short time." He shook them all by the hand. "Take care of yourselves."