“No, he wasn’t either. He was pretty small. I didn’t have any luck at all.”
“You ought to have taken one of the canoes,” said Grant. “You can’t expect to catch anything from the shore.”
“He’d probably upset the canoe,” said Fred. “I don’t think we should allow him to do anything alone after this.”
“Huh!” was George’s only reply to this sally.
“Feel like walking, Pop?” asked Grant. “If you do we’d better go back to camp and get some dry clothes for you.”
“I was just thinking that,” said George. “I’m commencing to feel chilly. These nights in the Adirondacks are pretty cool, I find.”
“They certainly are,” John agreed. “Let’s go back.”
“I could eat something, too,” remarked Fred. “The cool air also seems to give you an appetite.”
“Come on,” cried Grant, and a moment later the four young campers were retracing their steps to the tent.
Arriving there, George made haste to change his wet garments for some dry ones. Fred and John collected wood for the fire while Grant made ready to cook the dinner. A short time later the odor of sizzling bacon filled the air, lending an even keener edge to four appetites that were sharp already. The first meal in camp was voted a great success by every member of the party, and all agreed that Grant was a wonderful cook.