"Well, let's turn in. We want to get up early to-morrow and try those crabs. I'll bet we get a bunch of trout."
"Bet we do, too," replied Charley.
Little did he dream that on the morrow he would be engaged in matters far more serious than catching trout.
Chapter VII
The Forest Afire
The earliest rays of light had hardly penetrated beneath the giant pines the next morning before the two boys were astir. Their breakfast was quickly cooked and eaten. Then they buckled on their bait boxes, now bulging with worms and crayfish. They carried as well their books of flies. And Charley slipped the little axe into his belt, to have something to chop with in case they wanted to hunt for whiteworms.
"Let's go back where we caught that big fellow last night," said Lew. "There may be some more like him in those deep pools."
"All right. Come on."
With nothing but their little rods to carry, they made fast time through the forest, and had already reached the pool in which the big trout was taken, before the first ray of sunlight came flashing among the tree trunks.
"We're going to have a fine day," said Charley. "It's my turn to catch a fish. Here goes for a try."