“Yes; a little too bright sometimes,” he returned. “Next time I come fishing I hope I shall be bright enough not to invite you girls.”
“You did not invite us; we invited ourselves,” said Molly with some spirit.
“And they should be well satisfied,” said Dorothy. “If it had not been for us they would have gone back to camp before the fish commenced to bite, and then we would have had none.”
“Pooh, pooh!” said Jim.
“And again pooh, pooh!” said Gerald.
Then, without further ado, the boys picked up their loads and the climb back to the camp was begun.
They reached their destination tired from the exertion of the climb and generally weary from the day’s strenuous outing, but soon the odor of fried fish made them glad they had taken the trip and that the results had been so satisfying.