<p>"I am going fishing, Randy. Do you want to go along?"<br>"With pleasure, Jack," answered Randy Thompson, a bright, manly youth of fourteen. "Are you going on foot or in your boat?"<br>"I think we might as well take the boat," returned Jack Bartlett, a boy who was but a few months older than Randy. "Have you your lines handy?"<br>"No, but I can get them in less than ten minutes."<br>"All right. Meet me at the dock in quarter of an hour. I was t...