"If it is, I can make the trip much more quickly than I did before," he
said to himself. "I'll try it when the others are asleep."
Frank noted that the boat floated well on the water. It was light, and
with one passenger could easily be propelled, so as to make swift time.
"I'll have the current with me going," the boy thought, as he noted that
the stream ran in a general direction toward the sanitarium. "I'll have
to paddle back against it. Of course maybe this is not the same creek or
river that flows past the cliff, and there may be falls or rapids in it
that I can't take the boat through. But it will do no harm to try."
He was all impatience for his companions to go to bed. Fortunately for
him they were tired out with the day's labor on the canoe. They prepared
an early supper, and, after talking a while around the campfire,
discussing what they would do, now that they had a boat, the boys went to
their cots.
Frank's bed was nearest the back wall of the tent, and he was glad of
this, as it would make his exit easier. He thought his chums would never
go to sleep, but at length their heavy and regular breathing told him
they were slumbering.
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