Nat glanced at the trim little "Nimrod," then answered: "Don't think there's any danger. The fellow who blew up the 'Rambler' most likely thought it was ours."
"That's right, we had everybody scared," added John Hackett, and the recollection made the ill-natured expression leave his face.
Nat burst out laughing. "Pull up stakes!" he cried, loudly. "Here we go."
"Whew, ouch! Never saw such biters," exclaimed Ted Pollock, slapping frantically at the little buzzing pests around his face. "Come on, fellows, let's vamoose."
"Big rocks and pine trees! Right you are," observed Kirk scratching his wrist. "Say, Nat, why can't we sleep on the 'Nimrod' to-night?"
"It's up in the hills for us. Don't you get enough boat all day long?"
"But these tents?" objected Kirk.
"Got to go up, too," replied Nat, laconically. "Get a gait on. Found a good place, Somers?"
"Yes! on the top of that hill."
"All right. Grab some of the stuff, fellows. We'll leave the tents until last."