"They're just about as nearly twins as it's possible to get them,"
asserted Arnold. "And they're both beauties. It's nearly noon by my
watch, so I vote we go ashore and build a fire. Some fish for dinner
wouldn't go bad at all. What are these, Bass?"
"I don't think so," objected Harry. "See that red spot just at the root
of their tail? Well, the natives a call that redfish."
"All right," agreed Arnold, "fresh redfish will go mighty fine. And I'm
hungry enough to eat a big one myself."
"You're always hungry, Arnold," declared his chum.
"No more often than the rest of the crew. I notice they all eat when the
eating is good. And I'd pity the chicken that had to live off the table
scraps from our festive board," declared the boy with emphasis. "We're
noted for being table finishers."
"I notice we all brought our appetites along," admitted Harry.
"Lets land near that oak tree that leans out over the water," suggested
Arnold. There are three tall pines growing a short distance from the oak
and that'll make a good landmark if we walk about."
"The very thing! You haven't forgotten your instructions in scouting,
have you? That idea is a good one."
"Then we'll go up from the river a ways, make a little camp and eat
dinner. Maybe we can see some of the wild creatures of this country. It
would be interesting to watch them at play."
"I'm agreeable. We've got the whole day before us. Isn't it fine to know
that you don't have to get back at any certain time, but can just loaf
along if you wish or work hard if you like?"
"Glorious," agreed Arnold.
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