“Isn’t he a beauty?” Rex said as he gazed proudly down at the silver white fish. “And didn’t he put up a fight? If we didn’t need him for supper I’d put him back and let him live.”
“But, unfortunately for him, we do need him,” Jack said as he picked up the paddle and started for the shore.
“Goodness! I didn’t say we wanted a whale,” Bob declared as Rex came up to the fire carrying the fish by the gills.
“Let’s see how much he weighs,” he said.
“Sixteen pounds and four ounces,” Bob announced a moment later. “Some fish.”
“Heap big un,” Kernertok added.
“I didn’t know they grew as big as that,” Rex said.
“Injun catch one in this pond ten twelve year ago, him weigh nineteen pound. Heap big salmon.”
“I’ll say it was,” Rex laughed.
Soon after supper the rain began again and Kernertok expressed the opinion that it would keep up all night. They decided to risk the night without keeping watch.