We'll have to broil.

You fellows make a fire, while I clean some of these fish." It was every bit as good fun as catching those fish, to cook them there on the shore of that lovely little lake.

Dabney did know all about it, as became a "'longshore boy;" and he took a particular pride in showing Ford and Frank how many different ways there were of cooking a fish without an oven or a kettle or a gridiron.
It was another fine point to discover, after they had eaten all they could, including the cold johnny-cake, that they did not seem to have made their strings of fish look perceptibly smaller.
"Tell you what, boys," said Dabney: "next time we come out we'll bring a hammer and nails, and some oakum, and I'll calk up that old punt so she'll float well enough.

Only it won't do to dance in her." "Then," said Ford, "I move we don't try her again to-day.

If we've got to carry all these fish, it'll be a long pull home.