There's no doubtin' she'll work." "'Twill take all day," Andy calculated, adding with pride, "but once we gets un on they'll hold.

I'll get the roots now and put un to soak." Andy dug around the white spruce tree and in a little while gathered a sufficient quantity of long string-like roots.

He scraped them and then split them carefully with his knife.

When they were split he filled the big kettle with water from a spring, placed the roots in it and put them over the fire to boil.
They all worked as hard as they could on the boards, and when dinner time came David announced that the boards were smooth enough for their purpose.
"Now all we'll have to do," said he as he sliced pork for dinner, "is to make the holes in un and fasten un on." "What were that now ?" Jamie interrupted as a hoarse blast broke upon the air.
"'Tis the steamer whistle!" David dropped the knife with which he was slicing pork, and with Jamie and Andy at his heels ran to the top of the highest rock on the island, where a wide view of the Bay lay before them.
A mile away the lumber company's big steamer was feeling its way cautiously toward the west, bound inward to the Grampus River camps.
The boys waved their caps and shouted at the top of their lungs, but no one on the steamer appeared to see them.

It was not until the great strange vessel had become a mere speck in the distance that they turned back to the preparation of dinner.
"They didn't see us," said David in disappointment.
"We're not wantin' to go to Grampus River, whatever," Andy cheered.
"We're goin' to Fort Pelican when we has the boat fixed up, and she's 'most done." After dinner they settled to the task.