'Yes,' replied Marjorie absently.
Harry looked at the two girls, who went on quietly and busily with their work.
'I caught as many as Allan, didn't I?' he began again.
'I'm sure I don't know,' said Marjorie indifferently. She was tired and the peat smoke was making her eyes smart, and it irritated her to see Harry doing nothing.
'But surely you kept count,' persisted Harry; 'I caught more than Hamish, anyhow.'
'I wasn't looking,' said Marjorie. 'If you caught more than Hamish to-day it was more than you do when you go trout fishing. I wish you would go away now, Harry, and not talk to me until tea is ready.'
'Let her alone, Harry,' remonstrated Gerald, who had followed his brother into the hut; but Harry was in a teasing mood and Marjorie's reply had stung him.
'Cross patch!' he muttered, giving her elbow a shove.
Marjorie had not been prepared for the movement, which jerked some of the fish into the fire. In an instant she turned round and pinned Harry against the wall, while her eyes blazed.
'Harry! you struck a lady!—Apologise!'