“Shirk nothing,” said George. “Wait and see if I don’t do my share.”
“Yes and ‘wait and see’ if you don’t catch the biggest trout too,” taunted Fred. “Why, Pop, you’ll be lucky if you catch your breath.”
“Wait and see,” muttered George darkly.
“Yes, ‘wait and see’,” echoed Fred. “If you don’t stop saying that we’ll have to call you, ‘Wait and See.’”
Just at this moment, however, they came to the mouth of the river and the argument was abandoned, for the time being at least.
“This is great!” exclaimed John. “I always did like paddling in a narrow space rather than on a lake or some place like that.”
“I do too,” agreed Grant. “You feel closer to things somehow.”
“You’re no closer to the water, you know,” remarked George with a wink at Fred.
“Don’t pay any attention to him, Grant,” said John. “I think we ought to throw both of them overboard anyway.”
As they progressed, the stream became narrower and the current swifter. Evidently they would be unable to paddle very much farther upstream and the young campers began to keep a sharp lookout for the carry.