"Don't worry. I'm as sleepy as the dickens now, so I shall probably not bat an eyelid until morning."
"Good-night," said Bob as he rolled over.
"Pleasant dreams," said Bill in answer.
Ten minutes later the only sign of life about that part of the woods was the fire which blazed up now and then, only to be put down when a breeze knocked a lot of big drops from the trees.
CHAPTER XIII
THE PLATINUM MINE
Because of the experience that Bob and Bill had had, Mr. Waterman thought it best to stick around Lac Parent and take it easy for a few days. This they did. They found the trout fishing very good and concluded that after all there was nothing like fly fishing for the speckled beauties. Fishing for salmon was a change but they all felt that if they were to fish for a summer they would much prefer the smaller fish. There seemed to be no lessening of the supply. On Wednesday they all went into Escoumains. They went by the trail, carrying their canoes through the first two lakes so that they had only about six or seven miles of walking. They did this because they made the trip more for the sake of a change than because they had to go to the village for supplies. Sandy MacPherson still talked of the German spy.
"I have to admire both his nerve and his cleverness," said Sandy.