“Yes, why not?”
“But—but what’s it for?” asked Chub.
“To sail.”
“You mean you are going to make one?”
“Yes, it’s being made now.”
“Well, I’ll be jiggered!” Chub exclaimed. “Whatever put that into your crazy head?”
“Oh, I’ve wanted it ever since I saw that one of Thurston’s the day that Roy took a cold bath. So I found out all I could about the things; read everything I could find, you know. That was what I was doing that night in the library when you thought I was reading about fly-casting or something.”
“Didn’t think anything of the kind,” Roy disclaimed. “I saw you turn the pages as we came up.”
“Did you? All right. Well, I finally got some idea about the things and had a talk with a fellow at the Cove. He builds boats, but has never tried his hand at ice-boats before. He didn’t want to have anything to do with it at first, but I finally got him interested. He said I’d better go to some fellow at Poughkeepsie or somewhere who knew all about them, but I told him I wanted it made where I could have a finger in the pie. So he got busy. I made the drawings and he’s building accordingly.”