"Shucks! I'm no good at finding bait.

Never was." "Get the spade and try," ordered Darry.

"If you don't find some bait we'll have to put off fishing until some other day." That brought Dan to terms.

He shouldered a spade, picked up an empty vegetable can and started away, while Dave began to sort tackle and to rig on hooks suitable for catching perch.

Tom and Harry started in to unpack supplies from a pair of six-quart pails that they needed for the morning's work.
"Say, hear that, fellows!" demanded Tom, straightening up suddenly.
From the distance to the northward came a dull rumbling sound.
"Thunder ?" suggested Danny Grin, glancing wonderingly up at the clear sky.
"If there's a storm coming it will upset a day's berrying," Reade announced.
"Fellows," Dick broke in, "it's a rumbling, yet it doesn't sound just like thunder, either.