"Nat will get his boat broken into little bits, if he keeps up his funny tricks," observed Bob.
The Ramblers could not help being curious to know what had happened.
Several hours glided by, during which the boys were treated to a succession of views which Dave declared were so charming as to give him an inspiration for a grand poem.
"The question before the Rambler Club is this," observed Sam: "When are we going to read one of these mysterious effusions?"
"Going to put Bryant in his proper place, Chubby?" asked Dick.
An expressive grin crossed Dave's face.
"His poems sometimes remind me of mine," he admitted.
"Let us know the worst," groaned Sam. "Can't you give us a small dose now?"
"Suspense is awful," chimed in Bob. "Fellows, we want to get at the bottom of this. What kind of stuff are you scribbling, Dave?"
"You may find out some time," smiled the stout boy.