These had been completely emptied of everything but the paddles.
Teddy saw his chum paddle away, and watched him following the shore of the lake, gaily casting his gaudy flies in every shadowy spot.
“Hello! he’s struck one, and a jim-dandy fish, too, if that bent rod stands for anything! Whew! look at him jump out, would you? That’s the finest bass I’ve seen for many a day. Good boy, Dolph, you know how to manage the tricky thing. He didn’t fall on the line, and tear loose that time, for you lowered the tip handsomely. Go it again, you fighter. Makes my fingers tingle just to see it going on. But one steel fly rod is all we’ve got along. Another time I’ll take a turn at it.”
He watched Dolph land three fish inside of half an hour.
Then something caught Teddy’s attention at the camp, and he went back, only to return half an hour later.
Look as he would he could not see his chum.
“Like as not he’s in one of the little bays,” Teddy remarked to himself, “where the trees make a shadow on the water. Perhaps he’s on the way back to camp. Guess I might as well—hello! now, I wonder what that is, swimming out there in the lake? I declare, it looks like—yes, it must be a big buck deer! I can see his antlers plain now! And he’s heading to strike the shore over on this side, too!”