Crittendon, who had
come to help Grandpa Martin get his camping party ready.
"Oh, we're not afraid of them!" cried Ted.
"Well, be careful; that's all I've got to say," went on the farmer.
"I'll let you have my gun, if you think you'll need it," he said to
Grandpa Martin.
"Nonsense! I won't need it, thank you. I'm not afraid of a few tramps.
Besides I sent one of my men over to the island yesterday, and he
couldn't find a sign of a vagrant. If any tramps were there they've
gone."
"Wa-all, maybe," said the farmer, with a shake of his head. "Good luck
to you, anyhow!"
"Thanks!" laughed Grandpa Martin.
"All aboard!" called Ted once more.
Then Sam, the hired man, and Grandpa Martin began to row the boat.
The Curlytops were off for Star Island, to camp out with grandpa.
CHAPTER IV
OVEBBOARD
"Trouble! sit still!" ordered Janet.
"Yes, Trouble, you sit still!" called Mother Martin, as the Curlytops'
grandfather and his man pulled on the oars that sent the boat out
toward the middle of the lake. "Don't move about."
"I wants to splash water."
"Oh, no, you mustn't do that! Splashing water isn't nice," said Baby
William's mother.
"'Ike drandpa does," Trouble went on, pointing to the oars which the
farmer was moving to and fro. Now and then a little wave hit the broad
blades and splashed little drops into the boat.
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