So the boys continued their preparations.
"What shall we have for the main thing to eat to-night?" Dick inquired, after supper preparations were well under way.
"Canned corned beef?" suggested Greg.
"That would be about as good as anything," Tom nodded. "It means two salted meats in one day, but this country is well supplied with water."
"We can't ask Danny Grin's preference this evening," Dick laughed.
"I wonder what Dan would like, anyway?"
"Who's taking my name in vain?" demanded a laughing voice, as
Dalzell appeared between the trees.
"Oh, you——-"
"Shirk!" Reade had been about to add, when Danny held up a fat string of fish. These were horned-pouts, sometimes called "bull-heads."
"How many?" asked Dick promptly.
"Nineteen—-one for every mile we made in getting close to the creek," Dan rejoined.