CHAPTER V.
A Fishing Excursion.
Precisely at the time agreed upon, Frank might have been seen sitting on the wharf in front of Mr.Butler's house.

In his hand he carried a stout, jointed fish-pole, neatly stowed away in a strong bag of drilling, and under his left arm hung his fish-basket, suspended by a broad belt, which crossed his breast.

In this he carried his hooks, reels, trolling-lines, dinner, and other things necessary for the trip.

Brave stood quietly by his side, patiently waiting for the word to start.

They were not obliged to wait long, for hasty steps sounded on the gravel walk that led up to the house, the gate swung open, and George and Harry appeared, their arms filled with their fishing-tackle.
"You're on time, I see," said Harry, as he climbed down into a large skiff that was tied to the wharf, "Give us your fish-pole." Frank accordingly handed his pole and basket down to Harry, who stowed them away in the boat.