Part 3 (2/2)

”Think you'll catch anything, Jim?” asked Frank.

”Hope not, have to pull it in, and I'm tired,” responded the rec.u.mbent lad.

”Oh, we'll do it for you,” said Bart.

”Um,” grunted Jim, that probably being his thanks.

The four comrades were munching their sandwiches, and once in a while Jim would turn his head and look at them. He was hungry but too lazy to ask for something to eat.

”Watch me,” whispered Ned to his companions, and then he prepared to tantalize Jim.

Ned took a piece of cake and tied it to a string. The cord he fastened to the end of his fis.h.i.+ng pole and then, moving silently through the bushes, he took a position directly behind Jim, and some distance away.

Slowly Ned raised the pole with its dangling string and bit of cake until the latter was poised right over Jim's head. Then he slowly lowered the dainty until it was within a few inches of Jim's mouth.

”A new way to feed lazy folks,” observed Bart in a low tone.

The cake was held there a few minutes, but Jim seemed unaware of its presence. Ned could not understand it. Then Fenn looked over and saw that Jim was asleep.

”Can't have the trick spoiled that way,” murmured Frank, and tossed a little pebble that hit Jim on the face. The lazy boy opened his eyes, and saw the choice bit of cake directly over his mouth. It was coming right down to him, after the manner in which cocoanuts, bananas and oranges are said to drop into the hands of the happy dwellers in tropical climes.

”Now for some fun,” whispered Fenn.

The cake was almost in Jim's mouth. He opened his jaws. A happy look came over his face. He had his lips on the dainty, when, with a quick motion, Ned jerked it away.

Jim was so surprised he did not know what to do. The disgusted look on his face made the other boys burst into a roar of laughter. Jim raised himself on his elbow and looked at the conspirators.

”Um!” he e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed. He was too lazy to get mad. Then he went off in another doze.

Ned went back to join his companions, all of them still laughing at the joke.

”Let's make him believe he's caught something,” suggested Fenn. ”Tie something to his line.”

”It's your turn,” spoke Ned, and Fenn nodded a.s.sent.

He made his way quietly down the bank until he could pull Jim's hook from the water which just touched it. He fastened something to it and then gave the line a sudden yank. Jim had the pole tied to his wrist to prevent a possible big fish from taking it away from him as he slept, and Fenn's jerk awakened him.

”Got one,” announced Jim, not bothering to sit up straight. Then he began to pull in. The line came up with a suddenness that surprised him, as Fenn let go, and an old rubber boot, that Stumpy had attached, flew over and struck the lazy lad in the face.

”It's a whopper!” he cried until he saw what it was. Then, with a disgusted look at the plotters he turned over and went to sleep again.

”What can you do with a fellow like that?” asked Ned appealing to his chums.

”Death will never overtake him,” replied Frank. ”It will pa.s.s him on the road, thinking Jim has already pa.s.sed in. He certainly is the last word in laziness.”

The four comrades decided they had enough fis.h.i.+ng for the day, so, putting away their tackle and adding some fresh wet gra.s.s to the baskets of fish in order to keep them cool, they started for home.

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