As he spoke, Frank began to use the stone he had picked up, giving several taps on the head of the long plug.
"Now, wait till I cut it off close down, and I guess there's no danger of the thing giving out in a hurry," he remarked, satified with his work.
"Well, it's pretty near dark, too, with all that rim of a new moon up there in the west. Say, wouldn't it be a rough deal if we had an upset going back? Guess I'll keep my swimming rules in hand, and try not to be surprised if we find ourselves in the drink all of a sudden. The Harrapin isn't the nicest river in the world to navigate in the gloom, you know," observed Lanky, wisely.
"I guess there's as much chance of catching a weasel asleep as to find you unprepared for trouble. Why, I imagine you sit up nights looking for it," Frank remarked, knowing his friend's peculiarities only too well.
Lanky did not deign to notice the slur.
"Who do you suppose did that neat job, Frank?" he asked, suddenly.
"I wouldn't like to say what I think, because you see I haven't a single bit of evidence, and the party might have me prosecuted for libel," suggested the other.
"Libel!" said Lanky, with a snort of disgust; "as
