"All right, then," Sandy replied. "I'll get myself up a little lunch consisting of a couple of slices of bacon and three or four eggs, and go out and catch a ten-pound salmon for dinner. Want to go with me, George?" he added. "No need of all three staying here."
"Let Will go," replied George. "I'm tired, and there's a particularly interesting book I'd like to finish this afternoon."
Will went pawing among the fishing tackle, and finally called out to George who was just crawling into a bunk with his book:
"What do they catch fish with in Alaska?"
"Hooks!" replied George.
"Hooks and eyes?" asked Will, with a chuckle.
"Sure! Hooks and eyes! You see 'em with the eyes, and grab 'em with the hooks!"
"Aw, never mind that gink!" laughed Sandy. "He doesn't know any more about fishing in Alaska than a hog knows about Sunday! Bring along all the flies we've got and some red flannel, and some pieces of dirty bacon, and we'll manage to get fish. If one bait won't answer, another will."
"Do we have to cut a hole through the ice?" asked Will.
"Cut a hole through the ice!" repeated George. "Eighty or ninety in the shade! If you don't get this boy out of here, Sandy," George added, "I'll give him a poke in the eye!"