"Hope something gets hold before we turn in," he said, after carrying out
his part of the program.

"Yes; fresh fish for breakfast wouldn't taste bad," remarked Bluff.

"Bah! That's the only thing you think of, Bluff. Now, if you had any
genuine sporting blood in your veins it would be the last thing you
bothered about. Let me shoot the game, or catch the fish, and I don't
care who eats them," said Jerry.

"All the same, I noticed that you passed up your dish for a second
helping of stew," remarked the other instantly.

"Pure philanthropy, my dear boy, that's why I did that," answered Jerry.

"Huh! How do you make that out?" demanded Bluff.

"Why, you see, I was afraid you'd make yourself sick eating so much, and
out of the goodness of my heart I sacrificed my better feelings in order
to save you."

Bluff said nothing, but the grunt he gave was deeply significant of
skepticism.

While they were talking, a while later, Jerry suddenly gave utterance to
a whoop, and sprang to where one of the lines was fastened. This he began
dragging in, although it seemed to take considerable effort.

"He's a dandy, all right! Frank, get Cousin Archie's gaff hook, and stand
ready to yank him aboard when I get him alongside!" he called.