“Nor I, so I vote for the walk.”
They were gone a little over two hours during which time they made a pretty thorough canvass of the immediate neighborhood.
CHAPTER IV
THE GHOST SHOWS UP.
“I’ve got one.”
Bob was rowing the flat bottomed boat and, as Jack spoke, he dropped the oars and picked up the landing net.
“Is it a big one?” he asked.
“He’s pulling pretty hard,” Jack replied, rapidly reeling in his line.
“It’s a salmon,” Bob shouted a moment later as the fish broke water a hundred feet away. “And it’s a big one too; you’ll have to play him.”
For three quarters of an hour the battle raged, the big fish being at times almost within reach of the landing net only to make a fresh dash for freedom which more than once ran out nearly all the line, despite the generous use of the drag, before Jack was able to check it. But at last the boy’s skill won and the big fish lay gasping on the bottom of the boat.
“Some fish.”