Dickinson led the way down to the dock, though without enthusiasm.
"There's the tub," he said, pointing toward what appeared, at first glance, to be a huge box.

"That is it." The girls walked out on the dock and stood gazing at the boat.

In the first place, the "Red Rover" was not red at all.

It had once had a prime coat of yellow paint, but this had succumbed to storm and sunshine.

The windows had been boarded up; and the exterior of the craft bore out all that Dee Dickinson had said of it.
"Thirty feet on the water line," explained the man, for want of something better to say.
The boat, originally, had been a scow used for the purpose of towing the effects of summer residents of the island across the lake.