"Catch any bass?" was Dick's question.
"Did you even see anything?" laughed Greg Holmes.
"Did we see anything?" groaned Tom, as he sent the canoe's prow to land.
"Danny looks as though he had been seeing all sorts of things," chuckled Hazelton, as Dalzell stepped ashore.
"Don't ask me," gasped Danny Grin, with a shudder.
At this the faces of those who had remained behind sobered instantly.
"You won't eat any supper, if we tell you," Tom declared, as he came ashore while Dave held the painter of the canoe.
"I'll accept that challenge," laughed Prescott, as Dave and Tom drew the collapsible canoe up on shore. "Fire away as soon as you're ready, Mr. Reade."
Perch and potatoes were frying, coffee bubbling and Dick had been mixing some kind of boiled pudding that he had learned to make so that it would not cause acute indigestion.
"Better wait until after supper," Reade advised.