“A dip-net’s the thing for them,” said Harry knowingly. “I’ve got one at home, and I’ll bring it along in the Fall.”
“I’ve heard you could catch them with a hook and a piece of raw meat,” Gerald replied. “I’d like to try it some time. Where’s that paddle, Harry?” Harry looked around.
“It ought to be over there,” he said finally, “but I don’t see it.”
“Neither do I. I thought, though, that—There it is; see? Gee, it’s lucky we put it there! I’d never have gone out that way.”
“I would,” answered Harry. “The river’s toward the east, you know, and—”
“And there are at least five outlets in that direction,” finished Gerald sarcastically, as he sent the canoe across the pond to where the paddle stuck out of the water.
“Stop paddling,” said Harry. “I can get it.”
He reached out and took hold of the paddle and gave it a tug.
“Come out of that,” he grunted.
“Wait till I push up nearer,” advised Gerald.