"That's so, my boy. Great head."
"A couple of short logs, with a strip nailed across the tops, will do the trick."
"Somebody's got to look out for 'em, though. You will, Dave?—good."
At last, everything was ready. The raft had been built on a shelving bank, and after a hard tussle was set afloat.
"All aboard the 'Mayflower'!" yelled Bob. He stood, paddle in hand, with Havens at his side.
"Let 'er go, cap'n!" cried Dave. "All overboard at the next rock. Hurrah! We're off, and still on!"
The clumsy pile of logs swung slowly out, then caught by the swift current, began its voyage down-stream.
With but little effort the boys kept it well out from the shore, and the motion was delightful.
"Whoop la! This is dandy," cried Dick, in great glee. "It beats walking all hollow, eh?"
"Oh, ho, what views—look at the reflections," said Dave.