“You did better than most of the other tenderfeet who come up here,” said Earl. “Ordinarily they break their rods and lose their lines and never bring the fish anywhere near the shore. You landed your fish and you ought to be proud of it. We will get a boat here and go fishing.”
They walked a short distance down the river and came to a place where a boat was tied up to shore. A man was standing by the boat.
“Tom,” said Sam, “drive the car down to the highway bridge. We will meet you there some time this afternoon. Did you bring the rifle?”
“Here it is, Sam,” replied Tom.
“We’ll see you later then,” said Sam.
“What are you going to do with the rifle?” asked Bob after they had started to float down the river.
“Get some salmon eggs for bait,” replied Sam.
“You can’t fool me again,” said Bill. “I’ll let Bob shoot the salmon eggs.”
“This is no joke this time,” said Earl. “It is the easiest way to get them.”
“Do you want to shoot first, Bob?” asked Sam.