After much sawing, chopping and splitting of logs, the Teenie Weenies finally finished building the raft which was to carry the little army to the wild men’s island. “We’ve got to give the raft a trial before we get all loaded up with supplies,” said the Old Soldier when the work had been done. “I’ll take it on the water this afternoon and give it a good try-out.”
“Quite right, quite right,” agreed the General as he sat down on a dry fern leaf. “We’ll have to send the army over in two trips. First the infantry can be taken over, then the raft can return for the artillery and some supplies.”
“Will the raft carry the cannon and the two mice that pull it?” asked the Doctor.
“Certainly,” said the Old Soldier. “It even ought to hold a good-sized paving brick.”
“Well, you can just bet I won’t get on that old raft until it has been thoroughly tried out,” announced Tess Bone as she arranged her dainty little cap and patted the Red Cross badge on her arm.
“That’s the way I feel about it too,” added Sally Guff, the other nurse with the army.
“You don’t need to worry about this raft,” laughed the Old Soldier. “It’s well made and every log is securely tied with strong, number forty thread.”
 
Right after lunch the General ordered several of the soldiers to help the Old Soldier take the raft out for a trial trip.
With the help of the big sweep on the stern of the raft and the use of several long poles, the little men slowly pushed the craft out into the stream.
“Jumping beans!” exclaimed the Old Soldier as the raft slid easily out into the water. “That is what I call a good&mdas............