“Here they come now,” exclaimed Grant, as John and George appeared, carrying their canoe along the shore.
“We’ll have some fun with them about it, anyway,” said Fred, in a low voice. “Watch me get a rise out of them.”
“Hey, you two,” shouted George, as he spied his friends. “What do you mean by scaring String and me almost out of our wits?”
“Do you suppose we did it on purpose?” laughed Grant.
“Why, that was nothing at all for us,” said Fred, airily.
“Oh, is that so?” demanded George, mimicking Fred’s tone. “Well, if that was nothing, I’d hate to see what something was.”
“That was no effort at all for us,” continued Fred, carelessly.
“Put this canoe down quickly, String,” exclaimed George. “Let me get at that fellow. He ought to be drowned.”
With a sigh of relief John and George deposited their burden on the ground and George immediately advanced threateningly towards Fred.
“Let him alone, Pop,” laughed Grant. “He’s the best steersman this side of the Canadian border.”