"But we don't care to be mixed up in any scrap," added Bob. "Start the motor, Dave, and let us get ahead."
"Yes, they might want us to see the squire, too," laughed Brandon. "Don't pay any attention to them," he added, as shouts came from the shore.
The "Rambler" slowly wended its way through the channel until the amusement park was passed, after which full power was switched on and the islands rapidly passed.
When the Ramblers emerged into the main river they saw the "Nimrod" far ahead.
"The Trailers are certainly getting out of the way," observed Bob, with a laugh.
The boys now saw that they were in the midst of an industrial community. From high chimneys columns of smoke poured forth, while clumsy barges, stacked high with lumber, seemed to indicate the flourishing condition of that industry. Evidences of business activity were on all sides.
The continuation of Wolf River which connected Lake Minnewago and Clair Bay proved to be a much wider stream than the other branch.
"Aren't there rapids near here, Bob?" questioned Dave.
"About five miles further on. We have to go through a canal."
"But it's getting pretty late," objected Tom Clifton; "don't you think it would be better to tie up for the night?"