“About a mile and a half,” answered Jimmy gloomily, “and most of the way across this plaguey marsh. Unless we strike across that direction and find the Yarrow road.”
“That would be worse than looking for the canoes,” said Nick. “Best thing to do is follow the river as well as we can. Come on!”
“I say, if I fall in you might sing out so I’ll know which way to swim,” suggested Hugh. “Tomorrow I’m going to buy an anchor for that canoe, Nick; that is, if I ever find it.”
“Gee!” muttered Jimmy.
“What’s the matter?” asked Nick.
“I was just recalling the interesting fact that the canoe we were in belongs to young Twining, the little beast, and he will be likely to be quite peevish if it’s lost.”
“How inconsiderate!” laughed Nick. “He’s a junior, isn’t he?”
“Yes.”
“That’s all right then. You can point out to him that it’s a great honor for him to have his canoe lost by an upper middler. Besides, it’ll turn up in the morning. Oh, thunder!”