He must weigh something, eh?"
"Fifteen to twenty pounds, I guess," said Snap. "It's too bad we
haven't a scales along."
"Weigh him in his own scales," said Whopper, by way of some fun.
"I wish I could send this fish home to my mother," said the small
youth. "Wouldn't it make her eyes stick out, though!"
"It certainly would, and some other folks would wonder, too,"
answered Shep. "But I don't see how you can do it."
Besides the maskalonge, the boys had caught several pike of fair
size, so they were assured of enough to eat for several days.
"The best thing we can do to-morrow is to find a suitable camping
spot and build a shelter," said Snap. "We don't want to be caught
out in the open again."
The canvas at the tree-top was secured, and that night they slept
between some bushes with this over them to keep off the night
air. Each of the young hunters took his turn at watching, but
nothing came to disturb them, although Whopper declared that he
heard several foxes not far off.
"I thought they were going to pay us a visit, but when they were
about two hundred feet away they took a turn and that was the last
I heard of them.
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