“This is one of the most celebrated places on the Hudson,” declared Norman Redfern. “I once heard Colonel Ellison say that it reminded him of Lake Como, in Italy.”
“Doesn’t it seem shut in by the mountains?” said George. “And only a little further down it was miles across.”
Finally, the stream widened out, though not like the Tappan Sea; the country became less hilly, and looking back, they could see the Highlands to the right and left, in a long, unbroken line, their summits illuminated by a delicate, rosy glow.
Another hour’s journey, and Bob, whose eyes were constantly roving about, exclaimed, “Hello, look at those two motor boats tied up by the shore!”
“The ‘Reindeer’ and ‘Dart,’” read Aleck, after a moment’s survey through the telescope.
“That’s a swell place for camping out,” put in Joe, pointing ahead. “Lots of trees to hide the boat from any one on the road, if there is one. George’s uncle would never think of looking for us here.”
“You’re right, Joe,” agreed Jack, “and—what’s the matter, Norman?”
The former tutor had just lowered the telescope.
“I’ve made quite a discovery, boys,” he answered, with a smile. “One of those motor boats belongs to the school which I attended, and the other to the rival institution I told you about.”
“Gee whiz! That’s interesting,” cried Jack. “We might meet some of those chaps, and have a jolly good time together. Here’s where we camp for the night.”