CHAPTER XXIII.
CROSSING THE CREEK.
"Now, then," said Harry, "here's the boat and a good pole, and you've nothing to do, Harvey, but just to get in and push yourself over to your station as fast as you can." But the situation did not seem to strike Harvey very favorably.

He looked rather dissatisfied with the arrangement made for him.
"I can't swim," he said.

"At least, not much, you know." "Well, who wants you to swim ?" said Harry, laughing.

"That's a pretty joke.

Are you thinking of swimming across, and towing the boat after you?
You can push her over easy enough; that pole will reach the bottom anywhere." "Dat's so," said old Lewston.