“It was a fine rabbit,” said Bolo sulkily, “and I am very hungry.”
“So am I,” said the boy. “Let us go and catch a fish.”
Bolo’s face grew less angry.
“I cannot catch fish,” he said. “I can only catch rabbits.”
“I will show you how,” said Fisher.
Bolo saw that Fisher had something in his hand. It was a long, stout cord of reindeer sinew, and on one end of it was tied a splinter of bone. The splinter was sharp at both ends and the cord was fastened to the middle of it.
The boys left the thick grass and ran down the slope to the river.
There were many trees growing near it, and some of them had long branches which hung out over the water. Fisher caught hold of a branch and swung himself nimbly into a tree. Then he crawled out on a limb that reached out over the river. Bolo followed him.
“We must be very still now,” said Fisher.
He unwound the roll of sinew and dropped the bone splinter into the water. It was only two or three minutes before Bolo saw a shining fish leap up and catch it.