“Fred and I will get the boat ready,” exclaimed John. “You two can collect the rods and fix up the lunch.”
“Put me near the food and I’m satisfied,” said George. “Come on, Grant.”
John and Fred made their way down to the spot where the canoes were hauled up on the shore. The catboat lay moored at anchor some fifty or sixty feet out from the bank so that it was necessary to paddle to reach her. One of the canoes was selected and the two boys soon pushed off from shore.
“That’s a pretty good looking boat I should say,” remarked Fred as he glanced approvingly at the little white catboat. “I wonder if she’s fast.”
“She looks so,” said John.
“You can’t always tell by the looks though, you know.”
“That’s true too. We ought to be able to tell pretty soon though.”
“I wonder if they have water sports or anything like that up here in the summer,” said Fred. “If they do it would be fun to enter.”
“It certainly would,” agreed John. “I don’t believe there are enough people on this lake though. As far as I can see we are about the only people here.”
“I thought you said there was another camp down at the north end of the lake.”