“That was a sort of a boomerang,” he remarked. “I spent fifty cents getting that slide, and to think how it turned out! Long is pretty touchy when it comes to his lectures. I guess I’ll not monkey with ’em again.”
“Well, you missed a lot of fun,” said Frank slowly. “He told us a lot of interesting stuff about volcanoes.”
“Bet none of ’em could match mine,” came from Ned, with a laugh. “Mine was up-to-date.”
“What you going to do to-morrow?” asked Bart of his friends.
“Nothing special,” replied Ned.
“Can’t we arrange a ball game?” inquired Fenn.
“I tried to but couldn’t,” said Bart. “Supposing we all go fishing?”
“Fine!” was the general cry.
“All right, meet at the Point, with lines and poles, at nine o’clock to-morrow and we’ll go to the Riffles.”
The Point was a tongue of land extending out into the river about a mile above the town. It was a favorite place for swimming as there was a sort of sandy beach there. The Riffles were a series of shallow spots about two miles above the point, and from there on up was good fishing. The river near the Riffles ran through a dense woods which were seldom visited.