"Home? Of course. Come on, boys. I've fixed all that."
So he had; for there was the largest kind of a lumber wagon, with the Ark already in it, and a man holding the horses, ready to start.
"That's our boat," said Quill.
"So it is," said the dandy fisherman. "I'm going with you. It's the first voyage of discovery that ever went home overland, ship and all."
"Quill," whispered Mort just then, "either she's found her shoe, or she had another pair."
The young lady was blushing remarkably all the while they were getting into the wagon, and the fisherman said "good-by" for the crew of the Ark.
When they reached Corry Centre, the driver pulled up in front of the village tavern.
"Here's your trout," said Quill, as their strange friend sprang lightly out.
"Keep 'em—keep 'em. Best day's fun I ever had. I'm coming down to hunt you boys up to-morrow. Good-by. Take care of the Ark."
"Good-by!" they both shouted as they were hurried away. But they had to turn at once and answer the driver's question about where he was to go next.