"Fall to," said Master, putting the platter of trout in front of him.
"Here's f-fishin'," said Strong, as he lifted a large trout by the tail.
"Good place to anchor. Anything new?"
"B-bear," Strong stammered, with a little shake of his head.
"Where?"
The Emperor crushed a potato' and filled' his mouth. He chewed thoughtfully before he answered, "Up t-trail."
"How far?"
Strong pointed with his fork. He stopped chewing and turned and listened for a breath. "B-bout mile." He sighed and shook his head sorrowfully.
"What's the matter?"
"F-feelin's!" Strong answered, pointing the fork towards his bosom.