There are six of us, but we don't break up into smaller parties, and we don't recruit our ranks with newcomers." "I don't see why my father had to kick so about the canoe," sighed Harry Hazelton.

"We enjoyed the good old canoe all last summer, and not one of us got hurt in it, or from it." "I understand why your father objects, Harry," broke in Darrin.
"With five drowning accidents from canoes hereabouts, already this summer, and two of those accidents on our own river, your father has some right to be nervous about the canoe." "I can swim," argued Harry.
"So could both of the fellows who were drowned right here in the river," rejoined Reade.

"Harry, I don't blame either your father or Dan's mother for objecting.

Anyway, think of the fun we're going to have, this summer, of a different kind." "If we sell the canoe," Darrin laughed.

"But we haven't sold it yet." "Oh, Dick can get something for the canoe," insisted Reade.
"Yes; but 'something' won't fill the bill, now, for you all heard Dick say he wouldn't take less than ninety dollars for it.