CHAPTER XXXII.
ABOUT MANY THINGS.
As soon as the anchors were dropped all scrambled into the skiffs, eager to be ashore.
They landed close to the sand spit that barred the creek's entrance, and a few steps brought them to where they could look in on the little inland lake. All stood silent for a moment, gazing at the thousands on thousands of little, open, gasping mouths.
"I expected to see some fish from what you told us but I didn't expect anything like this," said Bill, drawing a deep breath. "Boy, there's a pot of money waiting for us in that little pond."
The other fishermen's faces were expressive of amazement and envy.
"You might have let us in on this," one of them grumbled.
"Would any of you have done it for us if you had found them?" Charley demanded.
"I wouldn't," the man admitted. "But, all the same, ten dollars a day looks mighty small with all this money in sight."