"He should be here some time today," answered Cale. "If you boys want something to do why don't you go fishing? There's plenty of fish in the river here."
"Let Chunky do the fishing," drawled Ned. "It needs a lazy man to make a good fisherman."
"Oh!" cried Stacy, his face breaking out into a broad smile. "Now I understand. Remember that fine mess of trout that Ned caught when we were in the Rockies? I wish I could fish like that. I'd be willing to be called a lazy one."
"I know what you are going to get, young man," answered Rector, slowly getting to his feet.
"What am I going to get?"
"You're going to get the opportunity to prove whether you are lazy or not, for I'm going to throw you into the river right now."
"You can't do it," retorted Stacy belligerently.
"I'll show you whether I can or not."
The Professor opened his mouth to reprove the two boys, then closed it again, a smile curling his lips, causing the bristling beard to bristle still more fiercely.
With arms about each other, struggling, red of face, perspiring, Ned Rector and Stacy Brown staggered down the sloping bank towards the river, each striving with all his strength to get the upper hand of the other.