“We really ought to have two canoes,” he said, “so four of us could go out. I suppose it will be a good pup-plan for one of us to be at camp all the time.”
Promptly Piper announced:
“I’m going fishing myself tonight, and I’m going in the canoe, if I have to fight for the chance.”
“Dinged if I ain’t with ye, Sleuthy,” cried Sile. “Rod and Phil had all the fun this morning, and naow it’s aour turn.”
“But we didn’t go fuf-fishing in the canoe,” reminded Springer.
“Because you couldn’t, that’s why,” said Sleuth. “It wasn’t here.”
“We had to foot it along the shore and up that brook, you know,” put in Grant.
“But that was fun,” snickered Piper. “No work about it; nothing but fun. That’s all there is to camping out.”
“Look a’ here, yeou bold pioneer of the wilderness,” said Crane, “if yeou come with me in the canoe yeou don’t want to git a notion that I’m goin’ to do all the paddlin’. Not on your life. Yeou’ll have to do yeour part of it.”
“Depend on me, comrade,” said Piper promptly. “I’ll be with you, even to the death.”