Fish were there in plenty, and for an hour the boys amused themselves to their hearts' content.

By that time each had a string of fifteen to twenty mountain brook trout of fair size.
"We'll have a dandy fish supper!" cried Roger, smacking his lips.
"It will be a change from the venison, and I'll be glad of it," returned Dave.
"I am going to try my luck for a short while up the stream," called out Phil, who was some distance away from the others.
"Don't go too far," said Dave.

"I am going to rest here," and he threw himself on the grass, and Roger followed his example.
The two boys left behind rested for the best part of half an hour.

Then, thinking it was time for Phil to rejoin them, they called their chum's name.
No answer came back, and, walking up the stream a short distance, Dave repeated the call.

Still there was no reply.
"That's queer," he told Roger.