“We shall have to have a couple of good, serviceable tents, a small cook stove, cooking utensils, blankets, shovels, picks, a couple of iron barrows, and a lot of other things which I needn’t mention,” said Mr. Prawle.
“Don’t forget some fish lines. You said there was fish in the north branch,” said Charlie, who prided himself on being a first-class disciple of Isaak Walton. “We could go down there about sunrise mornings and catch our breakfast fresh from the river.”
“Yaw, I ped you,” assented Meyer, who imagined he was a great fisherman, too, though he had been known to spend many an afternoon fishing in the stream which flowed by Sackville and yet come home without a solitary shiner.
“That’s right. It will be some amusement for us,” agreed Jack. “All work and no play——”
“Makes Yack a dull poy, I ped you!” grinned Meyer, taking the words out of Howard’s mouth.
“Dutchman, you are right,” laughed Gideon Prawle.
“Sure ding. Vhy not?” retorted Meyer, opening his mouth to its full extent.
“Don’t do that again,” remonstrated Jack, with a sober face. “One of us might get in and be lost.”
“So-o-oo!”
“Well, Mr. Prawle,” said Charlie Fox, “you buy what you think we ought to have. Do you think you will have any trouble finding a suitable flatboat?”