“I don’t at all. I just thought perhaps it was some sort of punishment inflicted on you for being so lazy.”
“Didn’t he do it on purpose, Grant?” demanded Fred.
“I don’t know,” replied Grant, striving desperately to keep from smiling. “I know he didn’t tell me he was going to do it.”
“Well, it was just like him anyway,” said John. “He knew we couldn’t splash him back because he had the lunch in the canoe with him.”
“Take it, will you?” asked Grant, holding the basket up to John. “Here are the fishing rods too.”
George and Grant followed soon after and the second canoe was made fast to one of the thwarts of the other.
“I’ll put the lunch up here,” said Fred, at the same time depositing the basket up forward under the protection of the deck.
“Slide the rods in there too, will you?” exclaimed George. “Look out for the reels that they don’t get caught under anything.”
“Everything ready?” asked John.
“Let ‘er go,” cried George enthusiastically. “I’m ready.”