"This makes getting through easy, and I am glad of it," said Whopper. "I was afraid we'd have to carry some of the stuff around, so as to lighten the boat."
"Are you going up the lake shore very far tonight?" questioned Giant.
It was already growing dark.
"No, I think we had best camp near the mouth of the creek," answered the doctor's son, and the others agreed with him.
As soon as the lake was reached Giant, who was the best fisherman of the crowd, baited up and threw out his line. For some time he did not get a bite, but then came a sharp tug, so dear to the heart of the angler.
"What have you got?" asked Whopper.
"Might be an elephant, but I—-I guess not," cried the small youth.
The others stopped rowing and Giant began to play his catch with care. Soon he brought to light a fine pickerel, and dropped the fish in the bottom of the boat.
"Good for Giant!" cried Snap. "A couple of more like that and we'll have a dandy fish supper."
Again the line was baited and thrown in and the boys took up their rowing. Presently came another tug and again Giant was successful, bringing in a fish several inches larger than the first.
"This is pickerel day," cried Whopper "Reckon I'll try my luck," and he did, and presently brought in a pickerel almost as large as the others. But that was the end of the luck for the time being.