"I can take them over myself, father," said Leopold.
"So I was thinking. They want to go right off after dinner."
"I shall be ready. We will bring the boat down now.—Will you go with me, Stumpy?" continued Leopold, turning to his friend.
"I should like to go, first rate," answered Stumpy.
They hastened to the wharf where the new boat lay, and in a few minutes more they were standing down the river in her.
"She works tip-top," said the skipper, as soon as he began to feel the boat bearing on the tiller. "She minds her helm as soon as I touch the stick."
"She's as handsome as a picture, too. She don't look much like your old boat," replied Stumpy, with a smile as he realized the contrast.
"Not much. She seems to go at railroad speed. We haven't been used to going along at this rate."
"That's so. What's her name Le?"
"She hasn't any yet. We will think of something for her."