“I suppose you think you’re the only one here who can shoot rapids or catch fish or do anything at all.”
“I told you I was talking about you, not about myself,” insisted Fred. “I said you’d probably catch the biggest trout in the Adirondacks.”
“You think you’re pretty funny,” snorted George. “You just wait and see.”
CHAPTER X—WAIT AND SEE
When luncheon was over, the four young campers busied themselves with preparations for the afternoon’s fishing. They sat around on the bank joining the different sections of their trout rods and selecting the flies which they considered would be most tempting to the speckled fish they sought to catch.
“We’ll fish from the shore, I suppose,” remarked John.
“Of course,” exclaimed Fred. “The current is too strong here to try it from a canoe.”
“I’m not much good at this game, I’m afraid,” laughed John. “I don’t expect to catch a thing.”