"Brobably it's dot Murphies feller is making troubles," Fritz suggested.
"You have a great idea of Tim, haven't you?" laughed Dick.
"He iss a all right feller, Tim iss, but he isn't a Deutcher," Fritz replied.
"I'll bet he feels bad about that," suggested Dick.
"Dot's chust the trouble, I don'd peliefe he does," Fritz answered seriously, much to Dick's amusement.
The boys paddled in to the shore, pulled the canoe out of the water, and after eating their supper proceeded to make themselves as comfortable as possible for the night.
"We better not light any fires," said Dick. "We had one this morning and I guess we can get along without it now."
"Look!" said Fritz, who was standing near the canoe at the water's edge. "Dot looks like somedings iss burning."
Dick joined him and gazed upstream in the direction that Fritz indicated toward the opposite shore.
"Seems to be a camp fire," said Dick. "Who can be camping there, I wonder?"