“Tuck up your trousers,” continued Kenneth, laughing. “Why don’t you dress like I do? No trousers to tuck!”
Max obeyed to the letter, and followed into the stream, flinching and making faces and balancing, as he held a shoe in each hand.
“Why, what’s the matter?” cried Kenneth.
“It’s—very—chilly,” said Max, hurrying on as fast as he could, but managing so badly that he put one foot in a deep place, and to save himself from falling the other followed, with the result that he came out on the other side with the bottoms of his trousers dripping wet.
Chapter Nine.
Salmon-Fishing.
“You are a fellow!” cried Kenneth, laughing. “Here, what are you going to do?”
“Return to the castle and change them,” said Max, as he was about to retrace his steps.