Can't expect much when a lot of harem scarem
boys are driving such a machine as this is. Had any more trouble
since I left you?"
"We haven't had any," answered Fred. "We helped pull a couple of
girls out of the river yesterday."
"What was they doing in the river?" demanded Sam, looking up for
the first time since the arrival of the boys.
"What most people usually do when they can't swim," answered
Fred.
"What was the trouble?" asked Sam.
"The chief trouble was," said Grant solemnly, "that they did not
have any alkali heads. Their heads were made of bone and were
solid all the way through."
"The worst of it is," broke in Fred, "that they said we were to
blame for spilling them into the river."
"Maybe you were," said Sam. "One never knows. Maybe they saw you
trying to steer this boat."
"That's it. That's it exactly," spoke up George quickly. "I
hadn't thought before why those girls were spilled out of the
canoe. I don't wonder they wanted to drown themselves when they
saw the way Fred steered."
"That's all right," retorted Fred as his friends all laughed.
"We'll take the Growler out this morning and see how she behaves.
That's what Sam wants to do, I know. He can't tell how she runs
until he sees her in action. Besides, my grandfather wants to go
up to Cape Vincent and we promised to take those girls along."
"Better not," said Sam quickly.
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