"One of us might paddle the canoe to the foot of the cliff," went on
Frank. "I can take my father to it, and put him into the boat."
"That's a good idea," agreed Bart. "I never thought our canoe would be of
such service."
"It's a fine craft," Frank said. "It only leaks a little bit."
"Then you and I will patch it up this afternoon when Bart and Fenn go
after the ladder," said Ned. "We can finish by night, and then, the first
thing in the morning, we'll get the donkey and start through the woods.
We'll have to do that part of it by daylight, as we can't see at night.
But I guess it's safe, as there is no one in the woods."
Things were very different in the camp than they had been a few hours
previously. Now there was hope and activity, while, before, there had
been gloom and apprehension.
After dinner Bart and Fenn went to Mr. Armstrong's house, while Ned and
Frank busied themselves over the canoe. They patched it up, strengthened
it in weak places, and made it ready for the journey. It was decided that
Frank had better make the trip in the boat to the foot of the cliff, as
he knew the stream better than the other three.
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