“Time to stop,” announced Tom Gray. “It isn’t good sportsmanship to catch more fish than are needed for a meal.”
Jim Badger, in the meantime, had gone over to the lunch station where he was making some inquiries about the coaches. A waiter there handed Jim a note that had been left for him by the driver of the last coach that had gone through. Badger read it and after tearing it up tossed the pieces out at the rear of the lunch tent. Lieutenant Wingate, who had gone over to the tent for some salt, saw the act and wondered.
“What? Are you eating still?” demanded Hippy upon his return with the guide.
“No. I’m eating fish,” mumbled the fat boy, to whom the question had been addressed.
“I hope it doesn’t make you sick. We can’t be bothered carrying a sick man along with us,” warned Lieutenant Wingate severely.
“That is what I have been trying to tell him,” spoke up Tom. “Young man, don’t look for sympathy from me if you eat yourself sick.”
“I’m not looking for sympathy. I’m looking for fish. Fish is brain food, you know. Emma, why don’t you eat fish?”
“For the very good reason that I don’t need it,” answered Miss Dean amid laughter.
Stacy ran out of bait and asked for more, but his companions refused to let him have any. This, however, did not disturb the fisherman. He cut up a trout and used small pieces of it to bait his hook.
“There is no stopping him,” complained Nora.