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your father
and mother are contented about it. I'll bring her round all right."
"I hope you do," said Pud, as they separated to go to their classes.
The next morning, Bill was waiting for Pud at the school gate. There
was such a light in Bill's eye that Pud exclaimed on seeing him.
"Don't tell me. Don't tell me, Bill. I can see in your eyes that you're
going to Canada."
"You bet I am," said Bill, swelling up his chest. "I talked mother over
and she even got enthusiastic before I got through. Father was all right

as soon as mother felt satisfied."
"Let's write Bob to-day that we'll be with him," said Pud.
"Don't worry," said Bill, with a twinkle in his eye. "I did that last night
and I'm going round to see Mr. Waterman to-night to find out what I'll
have to get for the trip."
"I'll go with you," said Pud. "We'll both need the same kit, for I have
never been to a real fishing camp before, nor have you."
"That's right," said Bill. "We'll have to get a whole lot of things we
didn't have to get for Camp Pontiac; dunnage bags, sleeping bags, tump
lines, fishing tackle, a lot of flies--"
"A lot of flies,--why, you dummy, we'll have to take some stuff along
to get rid of the flies, from all I hear."
"You big dub, don't you know that they fish with flies?" said Bill in a
disgusted tone.
"How do you catch them?" asked Pud.
"Say, what are you driving at?" asked Bill. "Do you really mean that
you do not know that they fish with artificial flies?"
"Oh, artificial flies," said Pud. "Yes, I've heard of that, but I never saw
any. My father's not a fisherman like yours."
"I should think not," said Bill.
"Well, don't swell up and bust because you know more about artificial
flies than I do," said Pud, digging Bill in the ribs. "Before we come
back, I'll be telling you a few things."
"Stop your kidding, you small giant," said Bill. "You can't be even sure
of going until you see Mr. Waterman. I would not be surprised if they
charge you two prices, for they will surely have to get an extra guide to
carry the big canoe they'll have to have for you and another extra man

to carry extra grub."
"Now, Bill, stop kidding and let me know if you really are going
around to see Mr. Waterman to-night, for if you are, I'll go along," said
Pud in a serious tone.
"Yes, I'm going," said Bill. "For heaven's sake, don't let on to Mr.
Waterman that you've never seen an artificial fly or he'll be disgusted.
Thank goodness, you learned to paddle a canoe well and to swim well
as Camp Pontiac, for those two accomplishments are really necessary
for such a trip."
"I'll be all right in that way," said Pud.
"Well, don't boast, for though you can probably swim better than any
guide we may see, they'll show you a few things about handling a
canoe that you never dreamed of. Father says that the Lake St. John
guides are wonders and we'll be only a little farther east, so our guides
should be just as clever," said Bill enthusiastically.
"Gee, it's going to be some summer," said Pud. "I wouldn't miss it for
the world."
* * * * *
Two weeks later, Bob Hunt, Pud Jones and Bill Williams left Broad
Street Station for Canada. They were going to travel to Tadousac at the
mouth of the Saguenay River, where they would be met by Mr.
Waterman or one of his men. All three boys were big enough to make
such a journey alone. The boys had their dunnage bags with them and
had practically no other baggage excepting a suitcase. Mr. Waterman
had told them to take their dunnage bags right along with them so they
would run no risk of having them held up in the Custom House at
Quebec. They were all provided with passports, as the big European
war was going on and they might have use for this means of
identification.
The boys arrived in New York without any unusual happenings, but

Pud got separated from them at the Big Pennsylvania Railroad Station
and they were worried until they saw his big good-natured form
looming up at the train gate at the Grand Central Station.
"Where have you been?" asked Bill.
"Gee, I'm glad I found you," said Pud. "How did you get lost?"
"We get lost, you big duffer," said Bill. "Why, you were the one that
got lost. We've been looking all over for you."
"That's rich," said Pud, breaking out into a big laugh. "I thought that
you