Mickey thought that if this distance were passable, there would be some glimmer of light to indicate it.

But, when left alone in the darkness, he found that there was not the slightest approach to anything of the kind, and he was compelled to acknowledge that all escape by that direction was utterly out of the question.
Accordingly, he called Fred to him, and they began the descent of the stream.

When they reached the falls, they paused below them, and Micky held the torch close to the water, where it was quiet enough for them to observe the bottom.
"Tell me whether ye can see anything resimbling fishes ?" The lad peered into the water a minute, and them caught a flash of silver several times.
"Yes, there's plenty of them!" he exclaimed, as the number increased, and they shot forward from every direction, drawn to the one point by the glare of the torch.

"There's enough fish for us, if we can only find some way to get them out." "That's the rub," said Mickey, scratching his head in perplexity.

"I don't notice any fishlines and hooks about here.