"Come along, then!" urged Tom, leaping to his feet. "I can't stand this state of affairs much longer. Look at that, out there. Four bass jumping within fifteen seconds. This is cruelty to fishermen!"
"Tom, you take Dan and Harry, and go up along the shore," proposed Dick. "I'll take the others with me, and we'll go down along the shore. Each party will walk and search for half an hour, and then return, unless we find a boat sooner."
"Aren't you going to leave someone to watch the camp?" asked Danny
Grin.
"It is hardly necessary," decided Prescott.
"But Bert Dodge——-" suggested Greg.
"For Dodge to be out here so early he'd have to be up by five in the morning, and make an early start," Dick rejoined. "I don't believe he's industrious enough for that."
"The camp will be all right," Dave agreed.
"Of course," Tom assented. "Anyway, there's nothing here worth stealing that would be small enough to carry away."
"Except the food," hinted Danny Grin.
"This is too far off the main roads for tramps to come this way,"
Dick replied.