CHAPTER VI.
MEETING THE FATE OF GREENHORNS At five minutes before eight Hiram Driggs arrived, keys in hand.
"I see you're on time," he smiled, unlocking the gate and throwing it open.

"Now come in and we'll run your canoe out on the river float." Even in the dim light of the boathouse Dick & Co.

could see the sides of the canoe glisten with their coating of pitch and oil that lay outside the bark.

The war canoe looked like a bran-new craft! "Do you like her ?" queried Driggs, with a smile of pride in the work of his yard.
"Like her ?" echoed Dick, a choking feeling in his throat.

"Mr.
Driggs, we can't talk---yet!" "Get hold," ordered the boat builder.