bring down a game-bag full of them. Think of the rabbit pot-pie
we could make!"

"Here goes for something," whispered Shep, and fired at a squirrel
running around on a fallen tree. But the little creature was
too nimble for him and got away unharmed.

"There is no use of my trying to get a shot at anything," announced
Giant. "The noise has scared away the rest of the game. As soon
as we land I am going to try my hand at fishing."

"You can do that now," replied Snap. "I'll take your oar. There
are some flies in yonder little red box, and the white box had
a few worms in it."

"I'll try a worm and look for a perch or two," answered the small lad.

He soon had his line out and baited up and began to troll at the
end of the boat. In a few minutes he got a bite and pulled up
a fair-sized perch. A sunfish followed, then a sucker, and then
two more perch.

"What's the matter with that?" he asked, rather proudly.

"Nothing at all, Giant," answered Shep. "Shall I help?"

Giant agreed, and soon Shep had brought in another perch. By
this time they had come to a suitable landing, and the rowboat
was turned in and hauled well up on the shelving shore.