If anyone is in trouble we ought to try to help that one out of trouble.

And there was real, aching trouble in that face if ever I saw evidences of trouble." "I guess we'll put in part of the day looking into the matter," Dick assented.
"Where shall we land ?" asked Dalzell.
"As nearly as possible opposite the exact spot where you saw the man's head," Prescott made answer.
"Over there where that bent birch shows between the two chestnut trees," announced Reade, pointing with his paddle.
"Pull for that place," Dick ordered.
In a few minutes the canoe was drawn up along the shore so that Dick could step on land.
"You'd better come with me, Tom," said Prescott.
"And I'm the nifty little boat-tender who stays here and dozes in the shade ?" asked Danny Grin, with a grimace.
"Are you good and strong this morning ?" queried Dick, with a smile.
"Strong enough to walk, anyway," Dan retorted.
"Then perhaps you're strong enough to paddle back across the lake and bring over two more fellows.

Then, when you get back here, leave one of the pair here in the canoe, and we will get them to keep it a hundred feet or more off shore.

We don't want our craft destroyed.

And be sure, Dan, that the fellow who stays behind on the other side of the lake understands that he's to stick right by the camp and watch it for all he's worth." "I've got my orders," clicked Danny Grin, with a mock salute.
"Then let's see how well you can paddle alone." Dalzell gave a few swift, strong turns of the paddle that sent the light canvas canoe darting over the water.
"Now, come along," urged Tom.