That's enough, even for a hungry crowd like ours," said Tom at last, after lighting the lantern.
"Here is the fortieth, then," called Hazelton, as he felt a tug at his line.

He landed a pound perch almost under Tom's nose.
"Good enough business, this," declared Tom contentedly.

"I hope the fellows have everything else ready." Tom carried the lantern; each boy carried a string of fish.

As they neared camp, Danny Grin espied them, and ran forward to see the size of the catch.
"Here they are!" called Dalzell.

"They've fish enough to feed a fat men's boarding house!" "Bring them here," called Dick from a board beside which he and Greg crouched, each with a knife in hand.
One after another the fish were scaled and cleaned with a speed known only to old campers.