had been heavy, consequently the creek was well filled with water.

"This makes getting through easy, and I am glad of it," said Whopper.
"I was afraid we'd have to carry some of the stuff around, so as
to lighten the boat."

"Are you going up the lake shore very far tonight?" questioned Giant.
It was already growing dark.

"No, I think we had best camp near the mouth of the creek," answered
the doctor's son, and the others agreed with him.

As soon as the lake was reached Giant, who was the best fisherman
of the crowd, baited up and threw out his line. For some time he
did not get a bite, but then came a sharp tug, so dear to the heart
of the angler.

"What have you got?" asked Whopper.

"Might be an elephant, but I---I guess not," cried the small youth.

The others stopped rowing and Giant began to play his catch with care.
Soon he brought to light a fine pickerel, and dropped the fish in
the bottom of the boat.

"Good for Giant!" cried Snap. "A couple of more like that and we'll
have a dandy fish supper."

Again the line was baited and thrown in and the boys took up their
rowing. Presently came another tug and again Giant was successful,