“That’s right, there is. I don’t know who’s in it though.”
“We might sail down and find out.”
“Let’s do that; it won’t take long.”
They had now arrived alongside the catboat, which was named the Balsam, and after having made fast the canoe, they quickly climbed on board.
“Any water in her?” exclaimed John.
“I don’t know. I was just going to look.”
“Lift up the flooring there and you can tell. It must have rained since she’s been out here and we’ll probably have to use the pump.”
“We certainly shall,” said Fred, who had raised up the flooring according to John’s suggestion. “Where is the pump anyway?”
“Up there under the deck. You can pump while I get the cover off the sail here and get things in shape a little, or would you rather have me pump?”
“No, I’ll do it. If I get tired, I’ll let you know.”