“I have an idea. The lake—it must have fish in it.”
“That’s right!” cried Leo.
He had some line in his pocket. Soon he had made a hook with a big bent pin.
In the meantime Greson dug around among some dirt near the pool for worms. He brought out several.
The line was baited, a stone put on for a sinker and thrown into the water. Then they went back to the cave.
Twice they found the line as they had left it. But the third time something was on it. They hauled in the catch.
It was a fat, spotted fish, weighing nearly two pounds.
“Good!” shouted Greson. “Now to cook him. Heaven knows there is fire enough!”
Half an hour later the fish was done to a turn. They ate him with a big relish, and at once threw out the line again, in hope of catching something for the morning meal.