They came out upon the wide surface of the lake, and ran across to a bay that nearly always held fish.  To-day it lived up to its reputation, and soon they were hauling out whiting and big pink schnapper, whose sides were like live opal as they came out of the water.  Tom fished scientifically, with a rod that was the pride of his heart: the others bobbed cheerfully with hand lines and sinkers, and were filled with joy because their results were as good.  Their basket was full when they turned homewards in the evening.