“Keep your eyes about you, lads,” was what he told them, “and don’t trust everything you see, just because it looks innocent. There’s a difference between red and white, remember. Good luck to you both!”
Others also called out, begging the boys to remember that they too liked a mess of fresh fish; and, with these friendly voices ringing in their ears, Dick and Roger paddled swiftly up the river, soon losing sight of the explorer’s camp.
CHAPTER XIII
GLORIOUS SPORT WITH THE TROUT
With lusty strokes the two boys urged the boat up-stream. The Indian sat amidship and seemed to be scanning the shore as though deeply interested in everything he saw; though, from what he told Jasper Williams, the locality must have been familiar to him, since he knew all about the fishing to be had in the smaller stream.
Now and then the boys exchanged a few words, though as a rule they kept most of their “wind,” as Roger called it, for their arduous work.
“I wonder what Jasper Williams meant,” remarked Roger, after they had gone possibly a full mile.
“Of course you mean when he said there was a difference between red and white,” Dick suggested. “I was thinking of the same thing myself, and came to the conclusion it must have been Jasper’s way of telling us to keep an eye on our dusky pilot here. In plain words, he warned us to look out for our guns.”
“Which we will certainly be sure to do!” commented Roger. “Though, after all, we may be wronging the poor Indian by our suspicions.”