Soon Harry had a bite, and brought in a perch weighing a little over a half a pound.
“Good for you, Harry, you take first prize!” cried Jerry.
Hardly had he spoken when he felt a jerk. There was a lively struggle for fully a minute, and then Jerry landed his catch—a rock bass, all of a pound in weight.
“Second, but best,” laughed Harry. “I guess that is all we want for to-night.”
The pan was over the fire getting hot. Blumpo cleaned the fish and put them on. In the meantime, Jerry made a pot of coffee.
Never had a meal tasted better to the boys. They lingered over the scraps for a long while, talking over the events of the day. Blumpo also gave them a song. It was a happy time.
“Somebody ought to stand guard all night, I suppose,” said Jerry, when it came time to turn in.
“Oh, nonsense!” cried Harry. “Who is going to hurt us in this out of the way spot?”
“We don’t know what may be around.”
“I’se too tired to watch,” put in Blumpo.