"Bring 'em up!" he ordered. "We'll start this thing going."
Twenty minutes later, using two pans, all the bull-heads had been cooked, and now lay on platters in the oven of the stove.
"Three apiece, and one left over," Greg discovered. "Who gets the odd one?"
"Shame on you!" muttered Reade. "The horse gets the odd one, of course."
"A horse won't eat fish," Holmes retorted.
"Didn't you ever see a horse eat fish?" Tom challenged.
"I never did."
"Well, I don't know that I ever did, either," Reade admitted.
"So we'll give the odd one to Danny Grin."
"Maybe we'll be glad to," laughed Dave. "I'm not sure that all these bull-heads were alive when Dalzell picked them up."
"Huh!" snorted Dan.