“I was just thinking that way myself, and if I remember the lay of things at all, we ought to glimpse the lake inside of the next ten minutes. How about that, Amos?”
“I think the same way,” replied the woods boy, nodding his head, and smiling.
“For one, then, I won’t be sorry,” declared Dolph, frankly. “My back’s as humped as an old man’s seventy years old; and one of my legs has gone to sleep so hard I’m afraid it never will wake up again.”
“Oh! well, then I suppose Amos and myself will have to cook those frogs’ legs, and make way with the entire bunch, after all,” sighed Teddy.
“Wow! don’t you believe it!” exclaimed Dolph. “Why, honest, I can feel a quiver in my dead leg right away. I’m good for my share, and I’m going to cook ’em too, just you make sure of that, my hearty.”
“There’s the lake!” cried Amos at that interesting juncture, and Dolph was so excited by the news that he tried to stand up in the canoe, spreading his feet so as to steady the frail craft, and came near taking a header over the side, as one of his legs refused to bear his weight; but all the same he managed to shout:
“It is, for a fact. Three cheers for a camp on Manistique Lake!”