"Good! Then we can catch some fish if we can't do anything else."
It was not until sundown that the rain ceased. The wind blew as hard as ever and soon the sky became perfectly clear.
"Our folks will certainly be worried over us, especially because of the storm," said Link. "But I suppose it can't be helped. If it was daylight we might build a raft and try to reach the mainshore that way."
All were anxious to catch a few fish, and soon they were back to the shore. Some bait was found and Frank also had two very good artificial flies along. Four of the lads went fishing at once, in as many different places.
"Hurrah! here's the first catch!" cried Link, and brought up a perch weighing seven or eight ounces. "Not very big, but better than nothing."
Frank was after a lake trout and was making his casts near the foot of a big tree which overhung the lake. Presently there was a flash and a tug and he knew he had his game. Then began a bit of real fishing, which came to an end as he brought his prize up on the bank and clutched it in both hands.
"Good for you, Frank!" sang out Joe. "That is certainly worth while. A pound and a half if he is an ounce!"
After that the fishing continued steadily, until they had three trout, two bass and nine perch to their credit.
"There's a good supper for all hands," declared Link. "Now the question is, who is going to do the cooking?"
"Harry is the boy to cook fish," declared Fred.