It was broad daylight when they awoke again, and for a while nobody felt like stirring. At length Snap looked at his watch.
"Great mackerel!" he ejaculated. "Eight o'clock! Time we were getting breakfast and moving."
"That's so," answered Shep. "Still, there is no great hurry. Our time is our own. That's the charm of such an outing as this."
"I think we might stay here to-day," came from Giant. "It will give us a chance to rest up and to fish. Remember, we won't have much fishing after we get to the mountains."
"We can get brook trout," answered Whopper. "But just the same I'm willing to stay here to-day and fish. Maybe we can get some big maskalonge, same as we did before."
"And if we can't get those we can get some pickerel and bass and perch," added Giant.
Snap had promised to get breakfast ready, and he set in with a will as soon as he was dressed. While he was working Giant and Whopper walked down to a cove, where the boat had been left, to look over their rods and lines. The doctor's son busied himself with a camera, determined to take a few pictures before leaving the lake shore.
Suddenly there came from the cove a hurried shouting that instantly attracted the attention of Snap and Shep.
"What are they saying?" demanded the doctor's son.
"I don't know—-something about the boat," answered Snap, and dropping the coffee-pot he held he ran toward the lake. Shep set the camera on a box and followed.