led the way across the yard.
"That will suit us all right if it's wide enough," said Charley. "We want foot boards."
"Well, that's what these are. And a good inch thick, too. They're mighty good boards. Hardly a knot in 'em. We don't see much lumber like that nowadays."
"They'll do all right," assented Charley, after examining the boards. "What do they cost a hundred?"
"Ten dollars!" cried Charley in consternation. Then a smile came on his face. "Quit your kidding," he said. "What <i>do</i> they come at?"
"Ten dollars," replied the lumber dealer soberly.
The two boys stared at him incredulously.
"Impossible!" cried Lew. "What are they <i>really</i> worth?"
"Ten dollars," replied the man. His voice was sharp and a frown had gathered on his forehead. "Ten dollars, and cheap at that."
Charley turned to his companion with a look of dismay. "We can never build our boat with wood at such a price," he cried. "With five dollars to pay for oars, and