Major C., refreshed and clearheaded after the soothing foot bath of the previous evening, wanders outside and down to the edge of the Dismal just in time to see what appeared to be Delmonico and the hired man poling and paddling off on what looks like a big piece of driftwood. Pulling out his spyglass, he is able to determine that it is, in fact, a hollowed out log boat, ridin mighty low in the bow, where Dellmonico is foolhardily standing up and waving a long pole with a metal point on it. Being the astute undercover Cosie Regulation Service (CRS) agent that he prides himself in being, he thinks to himself, "There's something might fishy goin' on here, I wouldn't be at all 'prised if they was goin' frog giggin', but on second thought, that's a mighty heavy frog gig, and some mighty deep water for froggin. Reckon they's any sturgeon in them waters? That's a whale of big spear he's got. I better find some place where I can send a report back to CRS HQ. Heck with that, I ain't been fishin in a long time. Maybe if I can catch up to 'em, they'll let me go along. Heck, maybe I can even bum some gum from 'em. HEY, DELMONICO AND HIRED GUY, WAIT UP FOR ME. I WANNA GO WITH YOU. "