"Our friends don't seem to be in a pleasant humor, Chubby," remarked Bob, with a smile, as Nat was heard angrily explaining to Hackett that any more funny remarks would result in trouble.
"Those chaps are only good-natured when they have everything their own way," said Sam Randall, with a laugh.
The "Rambler," having been put in motion, was soon skirting the point of land. Upon rounding it, the entrance to a bay was disclosed, there being a fine stretch of beach along one side and a strip of woods beyond.
"Bob, don't you think that looks like a good place to camp?" suggested Sam Randall.
"Yes! We might as well tie up for the night," replied Bob.
A gentle hill began a short distance back from the water, and, after landing, the boys lost no time in climbing it. They found that a dense forest extended, with but few breaks, in all directions.
It seemed that the Trailers had kept a careful eye on their movements, for, upon returning to the boat, a familiar voice was heard.
"My little salts!" yelled Nat, as the "Nimrod" lazily slipped through the water of the bay. "Are you fellows going to stay in this place for the night?"
Bob answered in the affirmative, and the others, without having anything further to say, continued on their course.
"Guess they will camp close by. We can't lose 'em," observed Dave Brandon, when, after a short interval, the "Nimrod" was seen turning in toward the shore about a quarter of a mile away.