“We can now!” agreed David enthusiastically. “Oh, we’ll make out fine with th’ birds and rabbits we gets, if we can get whitefish and namaycush too. We won’t have bread, but th’ Injuns mostly does without bread. They make out with what they get huntin’ and fishin’.”
“We’ll try for th’ fish tomorrow whatever!” said Andy.
“Th’ first thing in th’ mornin’,” seconded David.
A search, however, for Indian Jake’s fishing tackle disclosed the fact that he had taken it with him, as he had taken nearly everything else of value. No cod line and not a fish hook could be found, though every nook and cranny of the tilt was inspected.
“We’ll have t’ give fishin’ up,” said David, when they had satisfied themselves that no tackle was to be found. “We can’t fish without hooks and line.”
“No,” admitted Andy dejectedly, “we can’t fish.”
“But we’ll make out, whatever,” said David confidently. “We’ll get birds and rabbits enough, though they’re wonderful tiresome eatin’, without bread or pork. And goin’ out we’ll be like t’ kill a porcupine or two.”
“We’ll make out,” agreed Andy.
“It’s—it’s th’ fur makes me feel bad,” said David after a moment’s silence.