"That one probably weighed four pounds. Look! look! There he goes again. Did you fellows see him?"
"There isn't any four pound fish in water that can give me a fight," Danny Grin asserted solemnly. "I'd be ashamed to talk about having a fight with a four pound fish. It looks small and mean to me."
"Well, go after some bass, if they're so easy to catch," urged Greg. "I'll look on and see if you've over estimated your ability as a fisherman."
"You're a fine fisherman, aren't you?" demanded Tom scornfully.
"No fisherman at all," Holmes promptly confessed.
"If you knew the A-B-C of fishing," Reade continued, "you'd know that one must have a boat in order to go after bass."
"Don't they ever come near enough to shore to be caught without the aid of a boat?" Danny Grin demanded.
Tom snorted.
"Tell me," insisted Dalzell.
"You're stringing me," protested Tom.