"I can tell you, I enjoy this!" cried Randy. "I haven't had a chance to go in for so long."
The swim at an end, the boys donned their garments and resumed their fishing. They kept at it until about four o'clock. Then all their luck seemed to suddenly desert them.
"Never mind," said Randy. "We certainly have a prime haul, even as it is," and he looked the fish over with much pride.
They wound up their lines and were soon on the way down the river. It was rather a hot day, so they took their time in getting back.
"What are you going to do with your boat?" asked Randy.
"Sell it to Mr. Stanwood for ten dollars."
"You are lucky to get a customer, Jack."
"I know it. I'd turn the boat over to you only—well—we need the money now, you know," and Jack's eyes dropped.
"Thank you, Jack, but I wouldn't have much time to use it. I must put in the most of my time at work."
"I suppose that is true. At the same time I'd rather you had the boat than anybody I know of."