countered, this would be an ideal trip," said Dora, as she stood by Dick's side.
"Let us forget the troubles, Dora," said the youth softly, and gave her hand a little squeeze. "I am so glad you are with us. If you weren't, I think it would be rather lonely for me."
"Oh, Dick, you mustn't talk so," cried the girl, and blushed. But she was pleased, nevertheless.
Just where the forest ended there was a point of land stretching out into the river, and there it was decided to tie up for the night. An early supper was had, and then about half of the party went ashore—Dick and Dora to take a stroll in the moonlight, and Tom, Sam and some of the others to do a little exploring.
"The forest looks a little bit spooky," said Fred, as they walked along.
"Spooky?" came scornfully from Songbird Powell. "Why, it's grand—fairly breathing the essence of poetry," and then he continued:
""Down in the depths of a forest grand,
Where many a hoary tree doth stand,
And many a little babbling brook
Gives music to each shady nook,
'Tis there I love a walk to take"
"And step upon a rattlesnake."
finished Tom. "Better keep your eyes open.
