He looked intensely bored.
"Come along," proposed Dave in an audible voice.

"There's nothing here we can get." "Yes; it's getting tedious," hinted Tom Reade.
Dalzell and Hazelton also appeared to lose all interest in the auction.
"I was in hopes they'd want that canoe," muttered Fred Ripley, feeling as though he had been cheated out of a great pleasure.
"As it happens I know all about that canoe.

Wow! Wouldn't they groan if they put up all their money for the canoe---_and then found out_!" Just then the canoe was brought out.

It was bolstered up on a long truck, drawn by a pair of horses.

Twenty-eight feet long, slender and of graceful lines, this canoe, with its oiled birch bark glistening in the sun, was a thing of beauty.