“Better put it in the basket,” he advised, then closed his mouth and grimly watched.
She stooped by the side of the stream and dipped in the splendid fish. It flopped, there was a convulsive movement on her part, and it was gone.
“Oh!” Saxon cried in chagrin.
“Them that finds should hold,” quoth Billy.
“I don't care,” she replied. “It was a bigger one than you ever caught anyway.”
“Oh, I 'm not denyin' you're a peach at fishin',” he drawled. “You caught me, didn't you?”
“I don't know about that,” she retorted. “Maybe it was like the man who was arrested for catching trout out of season. His defense was self defense.”
Billy pondered, but did not see.
“The trout attacked him,” she explained.
Billy grinned. Fifteen minutes later he said: