“We’ll do it anyway,” said Grant and every one else agreed with him.
Soon they reached their destination. The Balsam still rode at anchor in the little harbor and everything seemed to be as the boys had left it. In a few moments the canoes had been drawn up on shore and their contents unloaded. Grant in the lead, they made their way towards the tent.
He disappeared inside the tent and before his companions had come up with him, reappeared holding a paper in his hand.
“What have you got there?” inquired George curiously.
“I don’t know. I found it inside the tent.”
“See what it is,” exclaimed George.
“It’s a challenge of some kind, I think,” said Grant after a hasty glance at the sheet which he held.
“A challenge?” exclaimed John. “Not for a fight, I hope.”
“Not as bad as that,” laughed Grant. “It’s an athletic challenge.”
“Who from?” demanded Fred.