CHAPTER II
THE LANDING ON THE CANADIAN SHORE
As the course of the Gadabout was sharply changed in response to the call of the captain, the attention of the four boys was quickly drawn in another direction. Not one of them was aware of anything unusual in what really was a signal on the shore of the Canadian island.
In a brief time the party was once more in American waters and as it was still early in the morning, preparations were soon made for the sport of the day.
The Gadabout was anchored in a little cove and the mate, with Fred and John, as the members of his party, took one of the skiffs, while Grant and George together with the captain departed in the other. It was agreed that they should meet at a certain place for luncheon and the rivalry was keen as to which boat should have the bigger catch of fish.
“Look out for us!” called Fred as his boat drew away from that in which his companions were being carried. “Look out for us! If you hear a whistle you’ll know we will need help.”
“To catch your fish?” laughed Grant.
“No, to bring them in. We’ll have a boat-load, anyway.”
In high spirits the boys soon were ready for the sport of the day, and it was not long before neither boat was within sight of the other.
When the noon hour arrived, still excited and hungry, the two boats were landed at the place agreed upon and the captain at once displayed his skill as a cook.
“Isn’t it wonderful!” said George, not long after they were seated about the folding table which the captain had brought in the Gadabout. “Isn’t it wonderful the amount of food a fellow can put himself outside of?”