Fisher laughed and pulled the fish out of the water. But before he could get hold of it, it had struggled loose and fallen into the river again.
“I think I can catch a fish,” said Bolo.
He slid down the tree and crept close to the edge of the water. He kept very still. In a few minutes he saw a big fish come very close to the shore. He made a quick spring and caught it in his hands.
Fisher came down the tree quickly.
“I could not catch a fish like that,” he said.
“I catch rabbits that way sometimes,” said Bolo.
The boys were so hungry that they did not wait to catch any more fish. They climbed back into the tree and sat down on a limb. They rubbed the fish against the rough bark to loosen the scales, then they tore pieces of flesh out with their fingers and ate them raw.
After they had eaten all they wanted they threw the rest on the ground.
“Now I will catch you,” said Bolo.
“Come on then,” cried Fisher.