As they approached the Trailers' tents, loud voices were heard.
"Fifteen feet, you say? That's the biggest I ever listened to. It wasn't an inch more than five," came from Nat.
"I said fifteen, and I'll bet it was nearer twenty," shouted John Hackett; "ain't that so, Kirk?"
"You'll have to grow some, to beat me any day in the week," yelled the leader; "you didn't give me a fair start."
"Playing the baby act. Very well, I'll swim you again to-morrow," sneered Hackett.
"I'll do it," cried Nat. "Crickets, but you're going to get beaten. Hello, Somers, got back already?"
"We are going to take our stuff up on the hill," explained Bob.
"You won't sleep a wink down here," added Dave; "the mosquitoes are fearful."
"That's so," agreed Nat; "I've killed about two million already. Will you fellows help us take up the canvas?"
"Sure thing," answered Bob. "Aren't you afraid to leave your boat, though?"