little sailboat had to do little rowing, and they helped the other boat along. Arriving at the landing on Swift River, they found the farm wagon awaiting them and also a carriage with the best team of horses the Rover farm afforded.
"Thought you young gentlemen would like to go back that way," explained Jack Ness. "I can drive slower with the wagon. I would have brought the auto, only I can't manage that yet."
"I'm glad you thought of the carriage," an swered Dick. "Now we can go home in jig time."
The boys entered the carriage, and Dick took the reins and touched up the horses. Away went the spirited team on a gallop, the turnout bounc ing from side to side over the rocky road.
"Mine cracious!" gasped Hans, as he tried to hold himself down. "Look owid, Tick, oder we go overpoard alretty yet!"
"Maybe you'd rather ride home with Jack," suggested Tom.
"No, of you can stand him, so can I," answered the German youth, firmly.
Away they went for the Rover farm, up hill and down. Soon they left the river road and then struck a highway where going was much better. Here Dick made the team do their best, and poor Hans was badly scared, thinking the horses were running away.
