None of them was thinking, however, of kings or of kingly appetites that morning; and when at last the boys ceased, chiefly because even the well-spread table had been cleared, Jock turned to Ethan and said, “Where are you going to take us to-day?”
“Fishin’.”
“Yes, I know; but where are we going to fish?”
“Oh, I haven’t jest made up my mind yet. Mebbe in one place, and then again mebbe in another. Will try our luck till we strike what we want.”
Perceiving that Ethan was averse to committing himself on such delicate matters, Jock called to his companions and they at once began to collect their rods and the various necessities of the day, and by the time they had all things ready, Ethan and Tom had stored away the cooking utensils, and soon after came to the dock.
“Is it safe to leave everything here in the camp without any one to watch it?” said Bob.
“Hey?” replied Ethan. “Safe? ’Tisn’t goin’ to rain to-day.”
“Oh, I wasn’t afraid of the weather. I didn’t know but some one might come along and, finding no one in the camp, help himself; that’s all.”
“Folks is honest here,” said Ethan, gruffly. “I s’pose you have to keep your doors locked down to New York, don’t ye?”
“Why, yes, we usually do,” said Bert.