“Sure as guns, we’re getting near the Hudson,” remarked Fred, an hour later. “It’s right around that bend.”
“Can’t get there too soon for me,” said Aleck. “And—and——” He drew a long breath.
“And what?” asked Joe.
“I won’t be sorry to get across. It’s pretty wide, you know, and this floating log cabin is a good mark for——”
“Ha, ha! Aleck’s getting scared already,” laughed Joe.
“I am not, and——”
“Hello, boys—the Hudson!”
Jack’s voice rang out cheerily, as he peered ahead and caught a glimpse of a broad expanse of water, framed in by a wall of frowning cliffs on the Jersey shore.
“And just think,” said Fred, in a reflective tone, as he pointed toward a tree-covered slope on the left, “that’s the end of Manhattan Island, one of the most remarkable places in the world.”
“Got that sentence out of a book, didn’t you?” inquired Dave with a smile.