The heavy boat moved easily through the water, and before another half hour had passed they were at their journey's end.
"Hold up now," whispered Bob, "and let's make sure that everything is all right before we touch the shore." Lester drew in his paddle and listened.

He heard a whistling in the air, as a solitary duck flew swiftly up the lake, and that was the only sound that broke the stillness.

The trees on the shore loomed up darkly against the sky, and presented the appearance of a solid wall of ebony.

Lester could not see anything that looked like a shooting-box, but Bob knew it was there, and when he had listened long enough to satisfy himself that there was nobody in it or about it, he brought the bow of the boat around and paddled toward the shore.
"Which way is it from here ?" asked Lester, when the two had disembarked.

"I can't see anything." "Hold fast to my coat-tail," replied Bob, "and I'll show it to you in a minute." Lester being thus taken in tow was safely conducted up the bank.
Presently he heard a door unlatched and opened, a match was struck and he found himself inside the shooting-box.