"The fellow who is doing the fisherman act must have all the brains, while the fellow at the oars may be a real dolt, for all he has to know.

I'll take you out with me after black bass, Danny, if we can get hold of a boat one of these days." "Who'll do the rowing ?" asked Dalzell suspiciously.
"Naturally you will," was Reade's answer.
"Can't we find a boat somewhere about here ?" asked Hazelton eagerly.
"I haven't seen one on any part of the lake that is visible from here," Prescott put in.

"I don't know why, but this so called second lake doesn't seem to be a popular spot.

There isn't a house to be seen anywhere along the shore on either side, and I doubt if there's a boat on this sheet of water." "I don't believe there is a boat, either---and just look at that!" cried Reade, as three distinct splashes about an eighth of a mile out showed how frequently the bass were leaping.
"It's tough---not to have a chance at good sport!" declared Dave Darrin impatiently.

"We fellows ought to search this old shore, anyway, to see if we can't find some sort of craft." "Come along, then!" urged Tom, leaping to his feet.