Some of 'em are pretty big ones." "Boys," exclaimed Frank, "how about our boxing lessons ?" "Guess we haven't forgotten 'em all in one week," said Ford.

"I was thinking about to-morrow." So were they all; and they held a council-of-war about it, in their own room, before supper.

The result was, that, by a unanimous vote, that Saturday was to be devoted to the catching of fish, rather than to playing ball, or any thing else that would bring them into immediate contact with Joe and Fuz.
They had all brought their fishing-tackle with them, as a matter of course; plenty of worms for bait were to be dug in the garden; and Dab Kinzer had learned, by careful inquiry, that both bait and tackle could be used to good purpose in the waters of "Green Pond," and sundry other small bits of lakes, miles and miles away among the hills to the north of Grantley.
"We'll have a grand time," he said, "and it'll do us all good.

No crabs, though.

Wonder if those fresh-water fish bite like ours down in the bay." "Some do, and some don't," said Ford.