Out into the morning sun they carried her, letting her down with
the stern right at the water's edge.

"O-o-o-oh!" It would be hard to say which one of Dick & Co. started
that murmur of intense admiration.

"Now, if you can take your eyes off that canoe long enough," proposed
Driggs, after all hands, the builder included, had feasted their
eyes for a few minutes upon the canoe, "come into the office and
we'll attend to a little business."

Not quite comprehending, the high school boys followed Driggs,
who seated himself at his desk, picking up a sheet of paper.

"Prescott, I take it you're the business manager of this crowd,"
the boat builder went on. "Now, look over these figures with
me, and see if everything is straight. Here are the different
loads of bark you've brought in. I figure them up at $122.60.
See if you make it the same?"

"Of course I do," nodded Dick, not even looking at the figures.

"Careless of you, not to watch another man's figuring," remarked
Hiram Driggs. "Now, then, the bark you've brought in comes to
just what I've stated. Against that is a charge for the team
and wagon, eight days at four dollars a day---thirty-two dollars.
Twenty dollars for fixing your canoe. Total charges, fifty-two
dollars. Balance due you for bark, seventy dollars and sixty
cents. That's straight, isn't it?"