Each of the boys declared he had one, and started to get it out of his valise.
“Two’ll be enough,” said Adam. “One of you might stay and help me with the fire and things, while the other two go and fish.”
Phœnix agreed to stay and help Adam, while Phil and Chap got out their lines.
“I was afraid your hooks wouldn’t be big enough,” said Adam, taking up their lines; “but this is a regular deep-sea tackle.”
“Yes; my uncle gave us the lines,” said Phil. “He thought we might get some fishing down at the Breakwater.”
“Well, all you got to do,” said Adam, “is to go down to the beach and throw out your lines as fur as they will go. We’ll have to bait at first with a little piece of meat from the rations the captain gave us. Of course, you needn’t fish if you don’t want to. We’ve got enough to eat, but I thought it would seem more to you like real campin’ out if we had a mess of nice hot fish for supper.”
“That’s so!” cried Chap; “we wouldn’t think of eating that dry stuff while there’s fish in the river.”
“That is, if we can coax any of the fish out of the river,” remarked Phil.
“Oh, we’ll do that easy enough,” said Chap. “Get your bait, and come along.”
The two boys proceeded a short distance from their proposed camping-ground, and having baited their hooks with some fat and rather gristly beef, they proceeded to throw out their lines; but as they were not used to this kind of fishing, neither of them succeeded in getting his line out into deep water.