"We'll have to make the best of it," said the doctor's son. "When
we are in the boat we'll have to row with care, and if we can't
tote the stuff over to the mountains in one trip we'll make two."

It was somewhat gloomy Monday evening, and the boys were fearful
that it might rain by morning. But the clouds cleared away during
the night and the sun came up in the morning as brightly as ever.
Each got an early breakfast, and by eight o'clock all were assembled
at the boathouse.

"Everything all right?" asked Whopper, who was the last to arrive.

"All O.K.," answered Snap.

Soon the supplies were stowed away with care, and then the chums
entered the craft. It was agreed that two should row at a time, and
Snap and Giant took up the oars. Several men and boys had gathered
to see them start.

"Don't forget to bring back another bear!" sang out one man.

"If you should happen to see that lion, better run for it," cautioned
another.

"We don't expect to see the lion, and we aren't looking for more
bears," answered Snap. "We are going to take it easy this trip."

"Well, I wish you luck," said the man. Then the boys set up a cheer
from the shore, and the chums answered it.