Chapter 18With Arrow and my father, I dug a hole in the mud. It filled with lake water. We set aside the sticks and stuck our arms in the muck.
My father shaded his eyes with the back of his hand and scanned the water. “It looks like another light catch.”
Wading and swimming, people crowded the shore with nothing in their nets. Some men rafted farther out, and I heard sometimes they’d had success there. Arrow and I, having abandoned our humble raft on the lake when the islanders brought us ashore, found no reeds to build another. With no spear or net to our name, and finding no materials to make them, we took to digging clams.
Up to his elbow in mud, Arrow grunted. “With so many people on the lake, any sensible fish keeps its distance.”
He pulled his hand out and showed two green shell
