"Do you think so?" asked Don gravely. "Better look them over and be sure. The rest of us may want some, you know."
"Oh, I guess there is enough to go around," replied Pepper, with a laugh. "I am not so bad as that."
"Well, if you are sure there are enough," said Rand, "we might go on shore and do some cooking. I say, pull up the anchor, Jack, and you needn't go after it, you know."
"Oh, just as you say," replied Jack, hauling up the kedge.
CHAPTER V
OUT OF THE RIVER
"Here comes the Dart," announced Jack, as a hoarse whistle sounded down the river. The anchor had, by this time, been lifted into the boat and they had started to row toward the shore. "She has a whistle like an ocean liner."
"You want to look out for the swell," warned Pepper, "she kicks up a bigger swell than any other boat on the river."
"As big as the Hudson or Fulton?" asked Donald. "Why, they are half a dozen times as big as she is."
"She isn't one-eighth their size," replied Jack, "but she has got more power, for her size, than any of them. She has three smokestacks like the Fulton. Just see her come!"