Milton was feeling a little better. Before the day's
journey was begun, he and Agnew plotted their position on the map.
"Well, does to-morrow see us at the Ferry?" asked Enoch, cheerfully,
when Agnew put up his pencil with an abstracted air.
"No, Judge," sighed Milton, "that rotten first day after the wreck,
cost us a good many miles. I thought we'd make up for it, yesterday.
But we're a full day behind."
"That is," exclaimed Enoch, "we must take that grub pile and redivide
it, stretching it over three days instead of two!"
"Yes," replied Milton, grimly.
"Jove, Agnew, you're going to be positively fairy like, before we're
through with this," said Enoch. "Jonas, get out the grub supply, will
you?"
Jonas, standing on a rock that projected over the water, did not
respond. He was watching eagerly as his new fishline of ravelled rope
pulled taut in the stream. Suddenly he gave a roar and jerked the line
so violently that the fish landed on Milton's blanket.
"Must weigh two pounds!" cried Agnew.
"You start her broiling, Mr. Agnew!" shouted Jonas, "while I keep on
a-fishing."
"What changed your luck, Jonas?" asked Enoch. "You're using beans and
bent wire, just as you did yesterday."
"Aha! not just as I did yesterday, boss! This time I tied Na-che's
charm just above the hook.
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