"That we started away from here this very day," finished Nat, glibly; "but having been so lucky, we must stay a while to celebrate, that's no joke."
Excitement having come to an end, fatigue and sleep were fast getting the better of all.
"I'll sleep on board the 'Rambler,'" declared Bob. "It won't do to take any more chances, eh, Chubby?"
Dave nodded his head.
It was quite late in the morning before the camp was astir. In spite of the protests of Nat and his fellow Nimrods, Bob Somers decided to continue their journey.
"By this afternoon, we ought to reach Lake Minnewago," he said. "After going its whole length, we still have a trip through Wolf River, then a whopping long journey on Clair Bay."
"Well," said Nat, "if you fellows are going on so are we."
No time was lost in getting off, the boys contenting themselves with a light breakfast.
Toward eleven o'clock, a few houses were seen here and there, along the river. Others, appearing at intervals, showed that they were approaching the town at the head of the lake. Boats were numerous, and signs of life rapidly began to multiply on all sides.
"What do you say to taking lunch in town, boys?" suggested Bob. "You know we have to get a supply of gasoline and some more grub."