re are they now?" he asked of the others, who remained on the bank.

"There they come--there's a school coming now!" cried Jesse.

All at once Rob could see the surface of the water below him just barely
moving in low, silvery ripples as though a faint wind touched it. A
sort of metallic lustre seemed to hang above the water--the reflection
from the bright scales of the many fish swimming close to the surface.
Presently, as he looked into the water directly at his feet, he could
see scores of large, ghostly looking creatures, pale green or silvery,
passing slowly by him, some of them so close as almost to touch his legs
as he stood motionless. Once or twice he struck with his gaff, but the
quick motions of the fish foiled him; and it looked as though the boys
would wait some time for their breakfast, after all. At last, however,
he waded closer to the shore and half hid behind a bush, extending his
gaff in front of him with the hooks resting on the bottom.

"Now, drive them over this way--throw in some stones," he directed.

The others did as he said, and all at once Rob saw the water directly in
front of him full of a mass of confused fish. A quick jerk, and he had a
fine, fat fish fast, and the next instant it was flopping on the bank,
while all three of them fell upon it with eager cries.

"Now another!" said Rob. "They may not be running all day."

He returned to his hiding-place near the bush, and thus in a few
minutes he had secured a half-dozen splendid fish.

"That will do for now," said he. "What do you think of the chance for
breakfast now, Mister John?"

John grinned happily. He already had a couple of the fish nicely
cleaned.

"I'll tell you what," said Jesse, "after we've had breakfast we'll catch
a lot of these fat ones and split them open the way the Indians do. I
think we could make a smoking-rack for them without much trouble."

"Capital," said Rob. "We ought to dry some fish when we have the chance,
because no one can tell how long we may have to live here."

"But we won't do anything till after breakfast," said John, looking up.

"No," laughed Rob, "I'm just as hungry as you are. So now let's build a
little fire and, since we have no frying-pan as yet, do what we can at
broiling some salmon steaks on sticks."

It was not the first time they had cooked fish in this way, and although
they sadly missed the salt to which they were accustomed, they made a
good breakfast from salmon and a crack