I
wonder where he was? I'll say nothing about this now," and, as he
heard Bart approaching, he tossed the little package of food into the
bushes. Puzzling over what Frank's object could have been, Ned went up
to the tent.
Breakfast over, the boys took turns trying the canoe. It was a stauncher
craft than the three churns had anticipated, though Frank had good reason
to know the value of the rude canoe.
"I'm going fishing," declared Bart, as he dug some worms and put them in
a can. "Any one else coming?"
"I'd like to take a trip in the canoe," said Fenn.
"That would suit me," put in Ned. "It will only carry two, though. What
are you going to do, Frank?"
"I think I'll just lie around to-day. I'm a bit tired, and I need a rest.
I didn't get much last night."
"I'm right," thought Ned. "He was away all night. I wonder when this
mystery will end?"
Bart started off up stream, while Fenn and Ned, in the canoe, began to
paddle down the creek. As for Frank, he stretched out on his cot, and,
almost before the boys were out of sight, he was asleep. He did not
awaken until dinner time, and then he got the meal.
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