They would take their guns with them, he said, and after they had paid David his money, they would row a short distance up the bayou, and perhaps they might be fortunate enough to knock over a duck or two for the next day's dinner.
Bert, of course, agreed to the proposition, and went into the shop after the oars belonging to the canoe, while Don went into the house again after the guns.

When he came out again he had a breech-loader on each shoulder and David's ten dollars in his pocket.

Paying that bill twice did make a big hole in his Christmas money, for it took just half of it.
The brothers walked along the garden path that ran toward the lake, and when Don, who was leading the way, stepped upon the jetty he missed something at once.

The canoe was gone.

They had not been near the jetty for a week, and the last time they were there the boat was all right.