Before Jim returned they had started alone.
These two who thought more of hiding themselves than of hunting or fishing, did not need a guide.
Jet kept his eyes fixed on them as they rowed leisurely down the lake, and when Jim returned, he said:
"See here, can't we keep about half a mile behind those fellows?"
"What do you want to do that for? They won't know where to find the best sport."
"I've got a particular reason for wanting to see where they stop, an' will make it worth your while."
"Oh, that's all right, I don't want to be paid for anything of the kind! Come on an' help me put this stuff aboard before they get around the point."
Jet was so eager to be off that he did most of the work himself, and Jim promised to take the first trick at the oars.
"Don't pull very fast; I only want to keep them in sight," Jet explained, as he shoved the light craft off and leaped into the stern-sheets.
"You steer, and tell me when we're coming too near, for I can't keep lookin' around. Say, what game are you up to?"