“Bet there’s fish in there,” remarked Joe, peering into the dark water of the stream.
Noko overheard the remark and understood.
“Um big fish dare,” the native said, his eyes following those of Joe. “Dey good eat.”
“That’s an idea,” mused Bob. “Why not try our luck at fishing?”
“Sure.” Joe was more than willing.
The youths got out their tackle and fashioned crude poles out of tree branches. Then, sitting a short distance apart on the bank, they waited silently, while the naturalists looked on with interest.
Suddenly, when it had been in the water but a few minutes, Joe’s float was drawn completely under the water with such force that the pole was almost snatched out of the youth’s hands.
“Pull!” exclaimed Bob in a loud whisper.
Joe obeyed, but found that to do this was harder than he had anticipated. But with the aid of his chum the catch was drawn out easily.
All uttered startled exclamations at sight of it.