too much at stake, since their pleasure would be destroyed if the camp were raided successfully.
Reaching the lake Will spent much of his time taking views, while Bluff set to work trying to entice the finny denizens of the water to bite his lures.
As time went on he was fairly successful, and when they ate their lunch he had quite a fair string of fish as the reward of his diligence.
Will proved to be a poor fisherman after all, especially when he had his adored camera along, for he presently wandered off again.
"Don't go too far," warned Bluff, as he sat on the end of a log that jutted out over the water a yard or more.
Engrossed with his sport, Bluff hardly noticed how time passed. Hearing a step back of him, he called out:
"I got three more; what luck did you have, Will?"
He heard what sounded like a chuckling laugh back of him; and before he could turn some one gave him a strong push. Bluff went over with a splash into the lake.
