CHAPTER XII
PIERRE'S BIG SALMON
The next night, Bob visited the guides' tent after supper and he did not return to the others until nearly ten o'clock.
"What did you find so interesting up there with the guides?" asked Bill.
"Nothing much," replied Bob. "Pierre was telling me how he nearly lost his life landing a big salmon on the Shipshaw River one summer."
"Let's hear the story," demanded Pud.
"It's too late to-night but I'll tell it to you to-morrow night if you want me to," replied Bob.
The next evening it was raining, so a fire had been built outside of Bob's shelter tent. The boys were leaning back inside, all the more comfortable because of the dreary conditions outside. In spite of the rain, the birch logs burned brightly though accompanied by hissing, as big drops of rain came down now and then from the pines overhead.
"This is a good night to do murder or some other light occupation," said Pud to the others.
"Why not tell us that fish story of Pierre's now?" queried Bill.