Of a sudden, as they sat there, each busy with thoughts of days that were to come, they were startled by a sudden loud splash.
“Oh!” Florence jumped.
“Only some big old land-locked salmon,” Mark chuckled.
“I didn’t know—”
“That they were here? Oh, sure! I’ve heard them before.”
“Mark, I love to fish. Couldn’t we fix up something?”
“Sure. There’s a line or two in the cabin and some three gang hooks. I’ll cut the handle off a silver-plated spoon. It’ll spin all right without the handle. That’ll fool ’em. You’ll see!”
She did see. The very next day she saw what Mark’s inventive skill would do and, seeing, she found fresh adventure that might have ended badly had not some good angel guided one young man to an unusually happy landing.
CHAPTER V
HAPPY LANDING
Dull gray as a slate roof, the lake lay before Florence next morning. There was a threat of rain. From time to time, like scurrying wild things, little ripples ran across the water.