"Do you think so?" asked Don gravely. "Better look them over and
be sure. The rest of us may want some, you know."

"Oh, I guess there is enough to go around," replied Pepper, with
a laugh. "I am not so bad as that."

"Well, if you are sure there are enough," said Rand, "we might go
on shore and do some cooking. I say, pull up the anchor, Jack, and
you needn't go after it, you know."

"Oh, just as you say," replied Jack, hauling up the kedge.




CHAPTER V

OUT OF THE RIVER


"Here comes the Dart," announced Jack, as a hoarse whistle sounded
down the river. The anchor had, by this time, been lifted into
the boat and they had started to row toward the shore. "She has a
whistle like an ocean liner."

"You want to look out for the swell," warned Pepper, "she kicks up
a bigger swell than any other boat on the river."

"As big as the Hudson or Fulton?" asked Donald. "Why, they are half
a dozen times as big as she is."