His eyes fell on his sleeping
companions, and he made a movement as though to awake them. Then he
checked the impulse.
"What's the use?" he said to himself. "There's plenty of time before we
need to start for home."
He yawned and lay back again. But now the desire for sleep had left him.
After a moment he sat up again.
"I haven't tried the canoe yet," he thought. "I'll take a little spin
across to the island. They'll be awake by the time I get back."
Noiselessly he walked down to the water's edge, unfastened the canoe and
took up the paddle.
There was scarcely a ripple on the lake except that made by the sharp bow
of the canoe. There was an exhilarating sense of flying as his light
craft shot away from the shore. Almost before he knew it he had covered
the distance and was drawing up the canoe on the sloping beach of the
island.
It was larger than he had thought, at a distance, and toward the center
was heavily wooded. There was a dense tangle of undergrowth, and in order
to avoid this he skirted the shore, intending to make a complete circuit
before returning to the canoe.
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