“Oh, you meant in the canoes? Well, I don’t think we’ll go in the canoes.”
“Why not?”
“There aren’t any,” said Tom.
[CHAPTER XVII]
THE RETURN
“What!”
Dan and Alf and Gerald leaped to their feet and ran to the bank. Then they looked at each other in blank dismay. Below them the wet sand still showed where the canoes had rested, but the canoes themselves had utterly vanished. Tom sauntered up, his hands in his pockets, whistling softly.
“It really is a beautiful view from here,” he murmured. Alf turned on him irritably.
“Tom, don’t be an absolute fool, will you?” he begged.