Bob advanced leisurely, looked carelessly around at the boat, the stack of provisions and the weapons, after which he asked, much as if it was really a matter of no concern to him:
"Come up here on a hunting trip, eh?"
"More for fishing than anything else," Jet replied, keeping his face in the shadow as much as possible.
"Is this a good place for that kind of sport?"
"We haven't had a chance to find out yet; but my chum caught four from the shore just after we landed."
"Do you live anywhere around here?"
"I'm from Plattsburgh; but Jim lives at the village of Saranac Lake."
"Then he ought to be acquainted with the best fishing grounds."
"He thinks he is, and wanted me to keep on into the upper lake; but after that long carry I thought I'd had enough of such work, and so we've hauled up here a while."
"Going to stay long?"