"Great mackerel!" he ejaculated. "Eight o'clock! Time we were
getting breakfast and moving."

"That's so," answered Shep. "Still, there is no great hurry. Our
time is our own. That's the charm of such an outing as this."

"I think we might stay here to-day," came from Giant. "It will give
us a chance to rest up and to fish. Remember, we won't have much
fishing after we get to the mountains."

"We can get brook trout," answered Whopper. "But just the same I'm
willing to stay here to-day and fish. Maybe we can get some big
maskalonge, same as we did before."

"And if we can't get those we can get some pickerel and bass and
perch," added Giant.

Snap had promised to get breakfast ready, and he set in with a will
as soon as he was dressed. While he was working Giant and Whopper
walked down to a cove, where the boat had been left, to look over
their rods and lines. The doctor's son busied himself with a
camera, determined to take a few pictures before leaving the lake
shore.

Suddenly there came from the cove a hurried shouting that instantly
attracted the attention of Snap and Shep.

"What are they saying?" demanded the doctor's son.