Now, boys, what do you want to know about this canoe that your eyes don't tell you ?" "About how much would it cost us to fix her ?" asked Prescott.
"Thirty dollars---maybe thirty-two," said Driggs, after another casual look at the canoe.
"Let's announce the bonfire for to-night," urged Greg.
"We haven't any such sum of money, Mr.Driggs," Dick went on.
"Too bad, boys, for you'd probably have a lot of fun in this craft.
If you want to sell it, maybe I could allow you four dollars for the craft as she stands." "We'd hate to part with the canoe," Dick continued.
"I know, I know," remarked Driggs sympathetically.

"It was wanting a boat badly when I was a boy that drove me into the boat business.
But I didn't have to handle birch bark then, or my first craft would have sunk me.

Say, boys, great joke how young Ripley got stung so badly, wasn't it ?" "I know about how he feels," remarked Dick.
"Yes, of course," smiled Driggs.

"But you boys are entitled to some honest sympathy.

I don't imagine young Ripley will get much sympathy, will he ?" "Not a heap," Greg Holmes answered.
"Well," resumed Driggs, "I ain't a mite sorry for the boy and his make-believe pony.