“Veesh?” squawked Hans, who was putting on his shirt. “Vale, I should said so! Vere vos dose veesh caught you?”
“By Jove!” exclaimed Diamond, his eyes shining. “Those are beauties! I didn’t suppose there were such fish in this lake.”
“Nor I,” groaned Browning. “If I had, I’d turned out when Merriwell called me this morning. What sport you must have had!”
“We caught them,” said Merry; “now, if you want some for breakfast, clean them and cook them.”
“I don’t know much about cleaning fish,” said the big Yale man. “I’d rather catch them.”
“So had I,” nodded Diamond; “but I didn’t catch them, so I am willing to clean my share.”
“Und I vill cook them,” said Hans. “I pet more as eight or nine uf dose veesh can ead me this morning. I vos awful hongry since I took dot path.”
Some of the fish were taken from the string and laid out to be admired.
“There is a fellow that will weigh more than two pounds,” said Jack, pointing out a handsome perch.
“And here is one larger than that,” said Merry.