CHAPTER XXI
THE CAMPFIRE ON RATTAIL ISLAND
"Give us a hand, Frank. Honest, now, Fm that stiff I can't get up myself," and Lanky, after making several violent efforts, sank back with a grunt.
"Here you are, then; but it's a case of the blind helping the blind. I'm not much better off myself, though able to move without a crutch," with which remark Frank jerked his chum erect.
"Tip us your fin, and we'll do a double shuffle. In union there is strength, you know," laughed the afflicted one.
"Yes, and the tumble will be all the more complete if we both go over in a heap. But I guess those long legs of yours will soon get working all right, Lanky."
"Why, I feel better already. Once warmed up, and the joints begin to work without so much creaking. But, honest Injun, Frank, I don't seem to hanker after this little skate as much as usual."
"Same here. But it won't be long. We're about
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