"No, of course not," replied Bill. "Mr. Waterman, the head of the camp, told me that he was always careful and that unless one got careless or foolhardy that there was little real danger. He said that they got tipped over now and then and were sometimes temporarily lost, but that these things only lent spice to the summer and were the things remembered in after years."
"He's right," said Pud. "Well, I hope that you can get your mother on your side for my parents did not raise any objections."
"It's going to help me tell mother that you're going and that your father and mother are contented about it. I'll bring her round all right."
"I hope you do," said Pud, as they separated to go to their classes.
The next morning, Bill was waiting for Pud at the school gate. There was such a light in Bill's eye that Pud exclaimed on seeing him.
"Don't tell me. Don't tell me, Bill. I can see in your eyes that you're going to Canada."
"You bet I am," said Bill, swelling up his chest. "I talked mother over and she even got enthusiastic before I got through. Father was all right as soon as mother felt satisfied."
"Let's write Bob to-day that we'll be with him," said Pud.
"Don't worry," said Bill, with a twinkle in his eye. "I did that last night and I'm going round to see Mr. Waterman to-night to find out what I'll have to get for the trip."
"I'll go with you," said Pud. "We'll both need the same kit, for I have never been to a real fishing camp before, nor have you."