"Turn a little loose on us, now."
"Not yet," drawled Dave; "it wouldn't be nice for me to spoil this part of the trip."
"You're a lazy duffer, anyway," observed Sam.
Dave laughed, leaned over the side of the boat and let his hand trail in the cool water.
"Got her going at full speed, Bob?" asked Dick.
"Up to the top notch," replied the captain.
The boys moved about, sometimes in the bow, then in the stern, enjoying the pretty views which constantly opened out before them.
"Is that little speck ahead the Trailers, or do my eyes deceive me?" asked Sam Randall, at length.
"No! You are quite right," answered Bob, after a glance through his field-glass. "They have come to a stop, with the 'Nimrod' turned broadside to the stream."
They were now approaching a place where the river widened slightly. Several long, flat islands, covered with reeds, divided it into channels, but all except the main one appeared to be quite narrow. The country to the left was flat and extended off in the distance as far as the eye could reach.