"Yes, and we're stemming a pretty good current too," said Lynton, who was steering with one hand and taking out a stout fishing-line from the boat's locker with the other. "But wouldn't you like to have a turn with a spoon-bait as we are going along? I don't know what fish we're going to catch, but I expect there'll be plenty of gar pike or something of that kind." "Well, you begin," said Brace. "I'll have a turn later on. I want to try for a duck or something else eatable, and to have a look at the country round about as well. I say, aren't we carrying too much sail?" "Not a bit," said Lynton. "Look, I can ease off in a moment. See?" "Yes," said Brace, as, with a touch at the tiller, the boat grew more level instead of careening over as she ran; "that's right." The boat glided smoothly along now on an even keel, and they all enjoyed the magnificent scenery as they passed near the bank, with the forest running right down to the brink of the stream and occasionally opening out into avenues of gigantic trees. Lynton was busying himself with the tackle as they sailed on, when Brace turned to him and said: "You don't expect to catch anything with that great drag-hook, do you?" And he laughed at the large triangle hanging beneath a huge spoon, and furnished with a double arrangement of swivels. "Indeed, but I do," was the reply. "Here, catch hold of the tiller, my lad. Steady. A little slower now." "Shall we take in a reef, sir?" said Dan, who was holding the sheet. "Oh, no, that will do, only take care you don't capsize us." He then turned to Brace once more and continued the conversation about the fishing-tackle. "Yes, Mr Brace," he said, "that spoon will spin splendidly, and I don't expect the fish here have been educated so far as to know what a fish-hook is. They've a lot to learn before they grow shy of an artificial bait. Think that lead will be heavy enough?" "Yes, quite enough to scare away a shark. What nonsense! I should put on something small and light. We're not at sea." "I know that, sir; but just you wait a bit and see. Ease off that sheet a little more, Dan," cried Lynton. "That's better. I say, we're opening up into quite a lake." "The scenery is glorious," said Brace. "Look, there's plenty of dense forest too beyond that open part we are passing." "Yes, and there's the waterfall," cried Briscoe. "It's grand." Brace nodded and sat with parted lips, gazing at the grand display of falling water which was now almost directly ahead. The whole river, which was very nearly half a mile wide at this spot, tumbled over a ridge of rocks which barred its passage, and dropped in places fully fifty feet with a dull murmuring roar which now began to be plainly heard. "Are you looking at the falls, Lynton?" cried Brace. "Not yet. I'm too busy just now. I want to get the line out first. There she goes, and good luck to her."