“Four of us in one frail bark?” demurred Poke.
“Of course; easy as pie.”
“I’ve seen six fellows in some of our canoes here,” said Gil. “But I’m afraid you and I’ll be a bit tired by the time we reach Riverbend, Jeff. However, we can come back with the current.”
“Gee,” exclaimed Poke, “I wish we didn’t have a game to-morrow. We could take some grub with us and have a picnic.”
“Fine! Couldn’t we do it anyway?” Jeff asked eagerly.
“Why not, Poke? Johnny will let us off,” said Gil. “We’ll get Lady to put us up a nice big basket of grub and we’ll find a place along the river and have a fine old time! Why can’t Jim come along?”
“He says he has to attend to some things around the house in the morning,” answered Jeff.
“Shucks! Where is he? I’ll attend to him!” And Poke disappeared across the hall.
“We’ll have to make sure and be back by one-thirty,” said Gil. “Game’s at two-thirty to-morrow, you know. We’ll put on our old things so we can fall overboard if we want to. By the way, Jeff, what would happen to you if the old thing did upset?”