“Ride a moose.”
“Ride—a—moose?”
“Sure! Didn’t you know it was done? Easy enough. All you have to do is to find one swimming and run him down with a canoe or an outboard motor, and then hop overboard and seize him by the antlers. As long as he is in the water he can’t harm you. But on shore, just look out!
“That,” she added quietly, as Red once more swung the boat about and rowed for shore, “was Old Uncle Ned.”
“Old Uncle Ned? Oh, yes, you spoke of him once before.”
“He’s huge, and is quite a character on the island. Comes coughing around timid ladies’ windows at night.” She laughed quietly.
“When you ran into him he must have been feeding on grass off the bottom. He came up quick and pitched me out. Somehow I was thrown on top of him, and I got hold of his antlers. The rest was too good to lose, so I just hung right on and took a ride.
“I hope,” she ended quite meekly, “that you don’t mind.”
“N-no.” Red was rowing hard. “But you’ll be frozen before we reach the cabin.”
“Oh-o nn-o.” The girl strove in vain to prevent her teeth from chattering. “I-I’m all—all right.”