“You don’t seem to have many guests,” Jack declared before Bob could nudge him.
“Non. No guests now.”
The man’s face was a study as he spoke the words. Whether anger or sorrow caused the expression Bob was unable to determine.
“How long you stay?”
“Why, er I hardly know. Maybe a few days, maybe a few weeks. Is the fishing good?”
Instantly the man’s face lighted up although the scowl did not entirely disappear.
“Oui, she be bon. Come back an’ me show you.”
They followed him around to the back of the house and into a small shed like structure which evidently served as the kitchen. He pointed to a table in the middle of the room and they saw three of the largest trout they had ever seen.
“They’re sure beauties,” Jack declared, lifting the largest up by the gills. “This fellow must weigh all of twelve pounds.”
“Heem fourteen pounds.”