“I have an idea that there may be trout in that brook,” Jack suggested.
“Suppose you build a fire and get the coffee going while I have a try at it.”
Jack’s idea proved a good one for by the time Bob had the coffee boiling he was back with a dozen speckled beauties averaging about a half a pound. The fish proved a welcome addition to their larder and by the time breakfast was over they were both in better spirits.
“Nothing is so bad but what it might be worse,” Bob said as he finished rolling his pack.
“I suppose we might as well keep along the border,” Jack suggested.
“I don’t know of anything better.”
“Even if we find nothing more exciting than log cabins which vanish while you wait,” Jack laughed.
They were about to start when a slight sound a little to their right caught Bob’s ear.
“Somebody or something is coming this way,” he whispered holding up his hand for silence.
“Mebby it’s that log cabin,” Jack chuckled.