"Ye could r-reel me in with a c-c-cotton th-thread an' p-pick me up in yer f-fingers."
It was growing dusk. Strong clambered to the top of the rock. "Pop" Migley brought the canoe alongside.
The Emperor gave a loud whistle of surprise.
"Dunmore's t-trout!" he said, soberly. He had found a "black gnat" embedded in the fish's mouth, its snell broken near the loop. He put the struggling fish back in the net and tied his handkerchief across the top of it.
The Migleys both agreed that they were ready for supper.
The Emperor got aboard and requested the elder Migley to keep the fish under water, while he took his paddle and pushed for camp. They put their trout in a spring at the boat-house.
The sports hurried to camp. Master came down the path and met Strong.
"I've got D-Dunmore's t-trout," said the latter.
"Good!" Master answered; "that will give us an excuse to go and call on him."