Hurrah! I'll get him in.

Steady, now.

If he isn't a two-pounder! see him run?
Boys, this is going to be fun." They did not neglect their minnow-catching; and before a great while they were varying their bait, very much to their advantage.

How they did wish for a boat, so they could try the deeper water! They worked their way along, from point to point, looking for the best spot, if such there were; and Dabney at last found himself quite a distance ahead of his companions.
"Boys! Ford! Frank! A boat! Come on!" Lying behind the trunk of a tree that had fallen into the water,--not much of a boat, to be sure, and without any oars or even rowlocks; but when the water was tipped out of it, and it was shoved in again, it actually floated.
"Careful, Ford," said Dab.

"Remember Dick Lee.