"I don't want to fish for anything but the Bass.

I'm goin' back and get our rubber boots, and you be rollin' logs, and we'll build that crossing right now." "All richt," said Dannie.
So they laid aside their poles and tackle, and Dannie rolled logs and gathered material for the bridge, while Jimmy went back after their boots.

Then both of them entered the water and began clearing away drift and laying the foundations.

As the first log of the crossing lifted above the water Dannie paused.
"How about the Kingfisher ?" he asked.

"Winna this scare him away ?" "Not if he ain't a domn fool," said Jimmy; "and if he is, let him go!" "Seems like the river would no be juist richt without him," said Dannie, breaking off a spice limb and nibbling the fragrant buds.
"Let's only use what we bare need to get across.