“Well, I guess I have enough,” Bert said, after a while.
“And I have, too,” agreed Sam. “We might as well clean ’em and wash ’em here and then there won’t be such a mess around the house.”
The boys prepared the fish for cooking and then put them with wet grass in baskets they had brought for that purpose.
“If you come with me across this field, I’ll show you a short cut back to Cloverbank,” suggested Sam, when they were ready to go.
“All right.”
The two boys were going across a green meadow in a little valley between two low hills, when Bert suddenly heard a low, humming sound in the air. At first he thought it was a distant aeroplane, but on looking around he saw what seemed to be a small black cloud coming toward him and Sam.
“Look!” cried Bert, pointing.
“Golly! We’d better duck!” exclaimed Sam.
He dropped his pole and basket of fish and began running toward a low clump of bushes, calling to Bert as he ran:
“Come on! Come on in here until it gets past!”