d ever be entered by those who are using the shack. Then
here's another thing. You could rig your wireless here, and use one of
the sending sets in the bunkhouse, so that the lookout could summon help
if necessary."

"The bunkhouse idea is great, really it's the only feasible way. But the
wireless 'phone is not such a good idea. It would entail staying right
here all the time waiting for a possible message, and would be too
irksome, besides losing all chance of hunting or fishing. I for one am
anxious to try that trout brook old Dud told us of. Besides, there
should be no especial danger, if there was I'd advise against having
anything to do with it. Shall we draw lots for the first whack at
watching?"

This was agreeable to all, and Garry drew watch number one, which they
decided was to begin in the morning. All three would go to the
bunkhouse, effect an entrance, and plan a way of speedy exit in case of
need.

After lunch they overhauled their fishing tackle, and made for the
brook, determined to catch a good mess of trout for their supper that
night. Starting for the spring, they followed the course of the brook,
until they reached a place where it was considerably wider and deeper.

Under the natural culvert, formed by the trunk fallen across, they cast
their lines, using flies from their hook. Not having rods with them on
this trip, they were forced to use slender saplings, but they were after
food and not sport, so they did not mind pursuing the amateur way of
flipping the fish on shore without playing him in the fashion dear to
the hearts of anglers.

"If we go to the lake, we'll make up for this, for we can procure rods
there, and have a real battle with some of those fine big lake trout,"
promised Garry.

"There isn't much sport to this, it is true," remarked Phil, as he
flipped a fine specimen weighing at least three-quarters of a pound to
the shore, "but they're going to be mighty fine eating just the same."

The fish were biting unusually well, and in less than no time they had a
fine mess sufficient for supper. Returning to the lean-to, they cleaned
the fish, and then spent the rest of the afternoon lounging about, for
they had lost much sleep in the past two or three days, and no one was
feeling particularly spry.

They had the fried fish, garnished with bacon, and hot biscuits and jam
for supper, with of course the coffee that always goes with an
out-of-door meal.

As soon as it was dark, they