“He was pretty good, wasn’t he?” exclaimed John. “How did you two fellows like shooting the rapids?”
“It was wonderful,” said Fred heartily. “I never had such a wonderful sensation in all my life.”
“I’ll bet you were both almost scared to death,” said George, shortly.
“We were,” laughed Fred, “but now that it’s all over we’re glad we did it.”
“Fred thinks there ought to be some good fishing in these pools along here,” said Grant. “What do you say to trying them?”
“That suits me,” said George readily. “I’m hungry, too.”
“We’ll have lunch right here then,” exclaimed Grant, “and afterwards we’ll try our hands at the trout fishing.”
“And Pop will catch the biggest trout that ever swam in the waters of the Adirondacks,” added Fred, nudging John as he spoke.
“Huh,” exclaimed George disgustedly. “I wish you’d stop that talk. I suppose you’ll be worse than ever now that you’ve run these rapids.”
“I didn’t say anything about myself,” smiled Fred. “I was talking about the big trout you were going to catch.”