CHAPTER V

THE FIRST CAMPFIRE


"Tell me about that, will you!" gasped Jerry, as he bobbed above the
surface.

He was swimming industriously to keep from being swept down with the
current.

Frank, finding that the motor worked smoothly, and no damage had been
done by the concussion, started it backing just enough to keep the boat
steady.

He darted to the bow, where Bluff and Will were already hanging.

"What was it?" called the swimmer, who, now that he was in, seemed
disposed to make a picnic of the affair, after his usual joking way.

"A snag, of course. I thought you were going to sing out if we came on
one?" said Frank.

"I did, and you all heard me yell," asserted Jerry.

"Yes, while you were passing through the air. Much good that would do,"
observed Bluff, disposed to refuse such evidence.