“Wish he’d gone over on that one,” said Fleet. “A little water might dampen his enthusiasm for making bad puns.”
“The question now is, where are we going to spend the night?” said Tom.
The sun had long since disappeared behind the highlands, and evening was nearly upon them.
“Well, it’s moonlight,” said Chot. “I thought we’d keep on at a slow pace until Pod feels tired. Then we can go ashore, make a little camp, and snooze till morning in the open.”
“Ah! that sounds good to me,” said Fleet. “We’ll also eat in the open.”
“You’ll have to open the ‘eat’ before you can eat in the open,” said Pod.
“That’ll do for you, youngster,” said Fleet. “Jokes are barred until to-morrow.”
“I’m down.”
“And you’ll be out too, if you don’t watch how you’re paddling,” said Chot.
Pod was evidently about “all in,” for his strokes were often wobbly, at which times he failed to control his canoe, and came near ramming one of the other boys.