"What for?"
"You know my father has some land—"
"Come in with our crowd, Somers. Can't you see enough mud and rocks without going off to the edge of the earth?"
"We can have a dandy time, hunting and fishing. Have the use of our boat, too. She'll hold ten, easily. What do you say?"
"That your offer is very kind, but—"
"Oh, say," interrupted Kirk, "what's the matter with you fellows, anyway? Thought you were going to have some fun. More sport when there's a big crowd. I'm awfully sorry your boat is gone, but that's only a good reason why you should join us."
"Which way are you going?"
"To where John 'Hatchet' clubbed that tame old wildcat," laughed Nat. "My eye, Hacky's a wonder when there's no one looking on."
"All had your backs turned, and running like mad?" inquired Sam, innocently.
"You guessed it, my little salt," returned Nat, with a grin. "Are you going with us, or not?"