Bigglethorpe.
They had a very jolly time, telling fish stories, till about eight
o'clock, and the fisherman of Beaver River was in wonderful spirits over
the discovery of a new fishing ground. If those lakes had only contained
brook trout he would move his store to the Lakes Settlement; as it was,
he thought of setting up a branch establishment, and getting a partner
to occupy the two places of business alternately with him. The Richards
boys were pleased to think that their new acquaintance was likely to be
a permanent one, and made Mr. Bigglethorpe many sincere offers of
assistance in his fishing, and subordinate commercial, ventures. At
eight Mr. Bangs came down the hill, and posted one of the Richards as
sentry, while the fisherman indulged in his evening smoke, preparatory
to turning in under the skiff with his friend Bill. "I went that fire
put out, gentlemen," said the detective, "net now, but say efter ten
o'clock, as it might help the enemy to spy us out," to which Bill
Richards replied: "All right, cap'n; she'll be dead black afore ten."
Rufus was placed on the hill side to communicate between the distant
posts; Timotheus overlooked the encampment; and Sylvanus was given the
station on the road.
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