"I presume so," he replied, respectfully, and added: "The trout in the Yellowstone Lake are said to be very nourishing."
It was natural that Mrs. Stott should feel a little flattered by this evidence of partiality even from a menial, also she noticed that Mrs. Budlong was following each mouthful with the eyes of a hungry bird-dog so she could not refrain from saying further:
"It is such a delightful change from ham and bacon. I am not sure," she averred, laughingly, "that I shall not eat the head and fins, even."
"I wish I was in such favour," Mrs. Budlong declared, enviously.
"Never mind, Honey Dumplin'," said Mr. Budlong, "I shall go out after supper and catch your breakfast."
"You ought to get a boatload," Hicks added quickly, "if you find the right place."
"I saw them jumping by the million where I was walking before supper." Mr. Appel volunteered to conduct Mr. Budlong to the spot as soon as they were finished eating.
Everyone who had fishing-tackle decided to avail himself of this wonderful opportunity, and they all followed Mr. Appel except Mr. and Mrs. Stott, who preferred to fish by themselves from the bridge over the Yellowstone river.
They were the last to leave but returned in not more than twenty minutes, Mr. Stott supporting his wife in what seemed to be a fainting condition.
Wallie hastened forward to lend his assistance if necessary.