"Well," remarked Giraffe, trying hard to appear indifferent, though he
could not wholly hide his concern every time a wave larger than ordinary
would slap against the side of the boat, and sweep along toward the
stern, causing a quiver to run all through the little craft that seemed
just like a chip on that inland sea; "I reckon now, it would be pretty
tough if we missed connections somehow, and had to keep marking time all
night long out on this old bathtub."

"Oh! Murder! I hope we don't!" muttered Bumpus, shivering.

"Stop that kind of talk, Giraffe," ordered Thad, who would rather look
on the bright side of things; "don't you see you're only bothering
Bumpus?"

"There's no need of feeling that we're going to have trouble; because
the engine is working as fine as silk right now, and I feel sure I can
see where that same jolly little cove lies, away ahead there."

"You mean where that small point juts out, don't you, Thad?" asked
Allan, who hovered constantly near his best churn, ready to take a hand
at a second's notice, should there ever arise an occasion calling for
assistance.

"Yes, that shows on the Government chart I've marked, and the cove lies
just in the shelter of it. I think a little river makes into the lake
there, and if so we might pick up some fish before starting out again."

He spoke this loud enough for Bumpus to hear; but apparently that sad
individual had lost all interest in the wager he had so recently made
with Giraffe, for he did not take any notice of what Thad said, only