“Aw! What is the use of keeping that preposterous yarn in circulation?” exclaimed Lester. “Every time I hear it I am reminded of the ‘Three Fishers,’ who went out to catch trout, but who never got a bite, although they angled faithfully all day long; nevertheless when—
‘Three fishers went into town that night
Their “speckled beauties” were fair to see;
They talked of their sports with keen delight—
The envy of all the fraternity.
For men will fish, and men will lie,
And what they can’t catch they’re sure to buy,
And never repent in the morning.’
That’s the way it was with Don and his moose; he shot it with a silver bullet.
“I have heard you say that before, but I can’t believe that it is true,” retorted Jones. “Don Gordon never had to draw a long bow to win a reputation either as a student, soldier or hunter; and, besides, the boys who were with him wouldn’t back up a false statement of any kind.”