“Do you think you see anything ahead there, Dick?” he demanded.
“I was noticing the formation of the land,” came the calm reply; “and, Roger, unless I’m greatly mistaken, we’re going to come on the river before the sun sets.”
“I only hope you’re a good prophet, Dick, that’s all,” the other quickly returned, as he, too, looked long and earnestly ahead. “And now that you’ve called my attention to it, I do believe it looks promising over there. Well, for one, I’m fish hungry, and I don’t care who knows it. It seems like a terribly long time since I felt a fish tug at a line.”
What Dick so confidently predicted came true.
Just one hour later they no longer had the slightest doubt about the river lying ahead, for there were many things that went to prove this fact. Roger gave himself up to picturing the success that was bound to follow his fishing operations; for, as has been remarked, the boy never was happier than when engaged in his favorite occupation.
“If we don’t get there until about dark, Dick, promise me that you’ll lay out our camp to-night close to the water, so that I can have my fill of fun without having to go far for it. Seems to me I don’t want to lose sight of the water in a hurry again.”
“I feel pretty much the same way as you do, Roger,” replied the other, frankly. “And so I can safely promise you what you ask. We’ll sleep to-night so near the water that it will make music to put us to sleep.”
“The finest of music, too,” ventured Roger; “especially after you’ve been silly enough to lose it for three nights running. But then I keep on hoping we may have gained something after all, which would make my blunder the easier to hear.”
“I’m sure that it will turn out to be so,” added generous Dick.