“That’s an idea at that,” said Bill. “Bob, wake up, we are going fishing.”
“You go fishing and let me sleep,” said Bob drowsily.
“Come on, breakfast is on the table,” said Crouch.
“All right, if I must,” replied Bob. “I don’t feel much like it, though.”
“All the stiffness and soreness will be gone after we have been out for a few minutes,” said Crouch.
So the days passed. The young aviators stayed several days with Sam Crouch and learned more about wood life and the art of fishing than they could have learned in several months by themselves. Finally the time came when they wanted to push farther up into the woods. It was hard to say good-bye to Sam, but they finally did, promising to look him up again whenever they came back that way.
“Here’s something to take with you,” said Sam as they were about to start away.
Sam handed them a glass jar. Bill looked to see what it contained, but could not determine anything from its appearance. Obviously it was some kind of dried meat. Sam saw the inquiry in Bill’s expression.
“It’s jerkey,” explained Sam.
“What’s that?” asked Bill.