“Be careful along here,” cautioned Shep.  “There are some big rocks just under the surface.”

He had scarcely spoken when there came a terrific bump which almost threw him overboard.  Whopper was sent sprawling on his side, and his oar sent a shower of water over Giant.

“Wow!” came from Whopper.  “Say, did we strike a fortress or what?  I thought I was going to the bottom sure!”

“I said to be careful,” answered Shep, as the craft sheered off.  “Either move out to the middle of the stream or else go slower.”

“No use of moving to the middle of the stream now,” said Giant.  “I want to land a short distance below here.”

“What for?” asked the others.

“I’ll show you when we get there.”

Presently they came to a clearing where there was a cornfield.  Beyond this was a fine apple orchard, and looking among the trees they espied some especially fine apples.

“We may as well take a few along,” said Giant.

“Who owns the orchard?” questioned Whopper.

“Pop Lundy,” answered Snap.  “The meanest farmer in this district.”

“Then he won’t give us any apples,” declared Whopper.

“We’ll have to make an appropriation,” said Giant, coolly.  “He owes me some, anyway.  I once did an errand for him in town and he hardly gave me a thank you for it.”

“If he catches us he will make it warm.”

“We’ll keep our eyes peeled.”

After a few words more the rowboat was run up under some bushes and all leaped ashore.  They made their way through the bushes into the orchard proper and then hurried for the tree that seemed to be bearing the best of the fruit.

“These apples are certainly all right,” remarked Shep, biting into one which was extra juicy.  “We may as well take all we can carry of them.”

It was no easy task to get at the apples, which were rather high up, and one after another the boys got up into the lower branches and then mounted higher.  Here they stuffed their pockets until it was impossible to carry another one.

“Well, boys, how much longer be you a-goin’ to stay up there, hey?”

The question came from the foot of the tree, and, much alarmed, the four gazed below, to see Pop Lundy standing there, with a stout whip in his hand.

“I say, how much longer be you a-goin’ to stay there?” went on the mean farmer, with a glare at them.

“Oh, how do you do, Mr. Lundy?” cried Snap, as cheerfully as he could.  “We were just rowing by and we thought we’d sample your apples.”

“Really neow, thet was kind, wasn’t it?” said the farmer, sarcastically.  “Jest come deown and ye can sample this cowhide o’ mine.”

“Thanks, but I just as soon stay here,” came softly from Giant.

“Fine work to be cotched at,” went on Pop Lundy.  “Stealin’ a poor man’s fruit.  Come deown an’ I’ll tan yer hide well fer ye!”