CHAPTER VII—AN UNEXPECTED MEETING
A few moments later the Balsam was making its way towards the tiny wharf in the little harbor. Two canoes lay bottom up on the shore but no sign of any living being appeared.
“Perhaps they’ve gone to the ball game,” remarked George.
“Ball game!” exclaimed Fred. “What are you talking about?”
“I was just fooling and trying to get a rise out of somebody. Of course I knew I could make somebody bite with you on board.”
“Huh,” snorted Fred. “I thought you’d gone crazy, talking about ball games up here in the woods.”
“You two are always wrangling,” exclaimed Grant. “Stop it.”
“I can’t resist trying to get rises out of Fred,” said George. “He’s so easy.”
“Leave him alone,” said Grant. “I wonder where the people are who own this tent. There doesn’t seem to be a soul around.”