"Suppose I could catch one through the ice?"
"Dunno, mebby."
"Well, I've got a hook and line and I'm going to make a stab at it. Fresh fish won't go bad."
They were camping in a clump of woods just a few yards from the river and, taking one of the axes, Jack was soon cutting a hole in the ice. This took longer than he had thought for the ice was nearly eighteen inches thick and it was pretty dark by the time he was ready to drop in his hook which he had baited with a piece of pork.
"Hope they like pork," he said to himself as he dropped in the hook.
His hope was quickly realized for before the bait had sunk more than five or six feet he felt a strong yank and pulled in a trout nearly fifteen inches long. Quickly he rebaited the hook and dropped it back through the hole. This time he had to wait a little longer, but inside of twenty minutes he had landed three more trout and two salmon of about five pounds weight each.
"Not bad for the first time," he chuckled as he strung them together on a bit of line which he found in his pocket.
"Yer catch um feesh?" Lucky asked as he came whistling up in the gathering darkness.
"What did I go after?" he asked.
"Feesh."