"Get 'em in th' river?" demanded Pop incredulously.
"You know that draw runnin' east from th' Gap—th' one with them two dead pines leanin' against each other?"
"Yes; 'tain't more'n a mile from th' ford!"
"I found 'em up there, hidin' in a bush."
"Reckon you think that's funny," grunted Pop. "Why them's brook trout! I ain't had any since I was a boy. Th' devil with business! I'm goin' fishin' one day a week. Now where you goin'?"
"Got some for Charley," laughed Johnny from the door.
Charley looked up from his eternal solitaire: "Hello, Nelson!"
"Look what I got," exulted Johnny, extending the bag.
"God help us!" exclaimed Charley. "Did you—did you—"