sh this way and they did theirs to a turn, but the boys
more often than not had theirs burned outside and half raw within. But
their exercise had given them such appetites that the fish disappeared
as if by magic. They stopped when there was no more bread nor fish.

"You boys are some feeders," said Mr. Anderson. "I thought I had more
fish than we could eat."

"I'm just getting into action," said Pud, as he licked off his fingers
and looked around for more. But more there was not, so they got into
their canoes and were off down the lake. When they came to the portage
Bob took the canoe and marched off into the bushes followed by Mr.
Waterman carrying rod and gun. Bill insisted on carrying the canoe back,
and he did very well considering that it was his first experience. He
also found the going down hill rather difficult, but he soon balanced
the canoe properly and had no more trouble. When they got to the end of
the trail they saw Bob and Mr. Waterman just rounding the point for
camp. They set out after them, but by the time they arrived, they found
them already stripped and in the water.

"Come on in, the water's fine," yelled Bob.

"We'll be with you in a minute," said Bill.

On getting out of the canoe they found that the guides had already been
busy with the landing. Four logs had been split in two and were ready at
the chosen place. Mr. Anderson carried the ducks to the cook tent and he
came back to assure the boys that they were in for a rare treat for
supper.

"Jack's back, and he said that he would see to this pot-pie himself."

The boys turned at once to note the new guide. They found a rather old
man, sharp of feature and eye but not very strong-looking.

"I thought he was a big fellow," said Bob.

"Oh, no," replied Mr. Waterman. "Jack's not very big, but he can tote
quite a load over the hardest kind of portage. He's a wonder with the
axe, and he can cook like a French chef. You'll find that out
to-night."

After a fine swim and bath the boys were quite content to lie around
their tents until they heard the welcome call to supper.

"I feel as empty as a barrel," said Pud, as he walked over to the table.
"Gee, I'm stiff. I won't be able to get out of my blankets to-morrow."

"That just shows how soft you are," said Bob. "I'm a little stiff
myself, but not very much. The back of my neck is sore."

"So is mine," said Bill.

"That's where you rest the canoe when portaging," said Mr. Anderson, who