ON LAKE NARSAC AT LAST
135
hours in fishing,—all after a sleep of several hours.
"There ought to be some fine pickerel in this lake," said Snap, and he fixed his rod and line for that specimen of the finny tribe and Giant did the same. Shep and Whopper went in for whatever they could catch. The fishing was highly successful and the boys soon had all the fish they would want for several days.
"Might as well give it up," said Snap, when a call from Whopper interrupted him.
"Somebody is coming down the lake," was the announcement. "A very old man in a canoe."
