“Indian not make noise.”
“I should say not!” she retorted, laughing.
“Trout very smart,” he added quietly.
“I’ve caught fourteen,” she volunteered eagerly. “And you?”
For answer he fetched his creel, and opened it.
“Oh!” she cried, in envy and admiration, seeing that the creel was almost full, and that not a fish in sight was as small as her largest prize.
“I give you some,” he said, glancing at her own basket.
“No! No!” she protested quickly. “I have plenty.”
She showed him her catch, which was by no means insignificant. Nevertheless Pete took three of his largest trout, and transferred them to her basket, ignoring her protests.