“I suppose you have now had enough of the fish?” remarked Glenn, as they retraced their steps homeward.
“I’ll acknowledge that I’m satisfied for the present; but I was resolved to have satisfaction!” replied Joe.
“Yes, but you have had it with a vengeance; and I doubt not that your apparent contentment is but cold comfort,” continued Glenn.
“I’m not a bit cold—I shan’t change my clothes, and I’m ready for any other sport you like,” said Joe.
“If you really suffer no inconvenience from the wet—and this fine warm day inclines me to believe you—we will take our guns and walk out to the small lakes on the borders of the prairie.”
“Splash it”—began Joe.
“No—duck it,” interrupted Glenn.
“Well, I should like to know exactly what you mean—whether you are in earnest about going to the ponds, or whether you are joking me for getting ducked—as there’s nothing in them now to shoot but ducks, and it may have popped into your head just because I had the ducking,” said Joe.
“I am in earnest,” said Glenn; “I do not wish to annoy William, or to meet Roughgrove and Mary until their domestic arrangements are all completed.”
“That’s strange,” said Joe.