“Yes. Don’t you see that sign?”
“Huh!” said the smaller boy. “I never did believe in signs. And besides, it says there’s no fishing here—and I believe it! I haven’t had a bite all the way up this brook.”
He went on a bit farther and cast his fly again. Quiet fell upon the long pool, where the shadow and sunshine lay in alternate blocks.
Suddenly there was a scrambling through the brush on the side of the stream where Short and Long was standing, and then appeared a big dog and a big man, the latter holding the former in leash. The man was just as ugly looking as the dog—and the Barnacle was a howling beauty beside this dog!
“Hey, you!” exclaimed the man to Short and Long—and he certainly did speak savagely.
CHAPTER XIX
THE YOUNG MAN WITH THE GUN
“Oh, dear, Lance!” gasped Laura Belding, in a whisper. “I am afraid Short and Long will get into trouble. That man looks perfectly savage!”