Then they got out their fishing-rods, and also that of Belle, and baited up with the artificial flies they had brought along.
"We'll fish for an hour," announced Dave.

"And then I'll knock off and start up a campfire." "When you do that be careful and not set fire to the woods," said Belle.
"Papa is very much afraid of fire." "I don't blame him," put in Roger.

"A fire out here would do a terrible amount of damage." The boys and Belle were soon busy fishing, in the pool and along the lower part of the river.

The stream was about thirty feet in width and from a foot to four foot deep, with great rocks sticking up here and there.

Trout and some other fish were plentiful, and all had but little difficulty in getting bites, and it was great sport to play their catches and land them.
"This is the best fishing I ever saw!" cried Phil, as he succeeded in landing an extra fine mountain trout.