been thoughtful enough to bring with them was opened, and the sport commenced.
The fish in that pool were always hungry, and the floats disappeared as fast as they were dropped into the water. A few "fingerlings" were put back to be caught again after they had had time to grow larger, but the most of those they captured were fine fellows, and heavy enough to make a stubborn resistance. In less than half an hour they had taken all they wanted for supper, and then the anchor was pulled up and the skiff drawn alongside the bank. Roy and Joe went ashore to clean the fish, and Arthur staid in the boat to put up the tent. This done, he brought out a pocket cooking stove which he placed on the forward locker, and by the time the fish were ready, he had an omelet browning in the frying pan. That, together with an ample supply of fried perch, bread and butter and a cup of weak tea, made up a supper to which they did full justice.
There were still a few hours of daylight left, and as soon as the dishes had been washed and packed away in the locker, the boys took their
