"I saw it when I swam ashore," said Ned. "It's a scow-punt and it isn't much bigger'n a wash-tub."
"It's better than it looks," replied the old gentleman. "I saw four men in it once, and they went half-way across the lake before it upset with them."
"Did any of 'em get drowned?" asked Ned.
"No," said Mr. Webb, "not more'n half drowned. I was out in another boat with Pat McCarty, trolling, and we fished in all four of 'em. You needn't get upset unless you try to carry Nanny or some of the boys. I'd rather you'd not have any company. Safer!"
"I don't want any of 'em along," said Ned. "I'd rather be alone. Then I can read while I'm waiting for fish. You said I could take that big book."
"All right, you may," said his grandfather. "Put it into your bait-box. Be sure you bring it home with you."
Away went Ned, and his grandfather turned back into the house, laughing.
"He'll think twice," he said, "before he lugs that folio to Green Lake, this hot day. He won't take it."
He was only half right, for Ned had already thought twice, at least, and had decided what to do.