“No; it was a water-rat jumped in.”
“All right again,” said Macey good-humouredly. “I don’t know anything at all. There never was such an ignorant chap as I am.”
“Give me the other scull, Gilmore,” said Distin, just then.
“All right, but hadn’t we better go a little higher first? The stream runs very hard just here.”
Distin uttered a sound similar to that made by a turkey-cock before he begins to gobble—a sound that may be represented by the word Phut, and they preserved their relative places.
“What are those leaves shaped like spears?” said Macey, giving Vane a peculiar look.
“Arrowheads.”
“There, I do know what those are!” cried Macey, quickly as a shoal of good-sized fish darted of from a gravelly shallow into deep water.
“Well, what are they?”
“Roach and dace.”