For almost two hours they enjoyed fine sport, as Frank had said they would, and they were too much engaged to think of being hungry.

But soon the fish began to stop biting, and Harry, who had waited impatiently for almost five minutes for a "nibble," drew up his line and opened a locker in the stern of the boat, and, taking out a basket containing their dinner, was about to make an inroad on its contents, when he discovered a boat, rowed by a boy about his own age, shoot rapidly around a point that extended for a considerable distance out into the river, and turn toward the spot where they were anchored.
"Boys," he exclaimed, "here comes Charley Morgan!" "Charley Morgan," repeated Frank.

"Who is he ?" "Why, he is the new-comer," answered George.

"He lives in the large brick house on the hill." Charley Morgan had formerly lived in New York.

His father was a speculator, and was looked upon by some as a wealthy man; but it was hinted by those who knew him best that if his debts were all paid he would have but little ready money left.