Meanwhile Bert and Harry walked along with Will.
"Have some muffins," invited Bert politely, passing his new friend some of the corn cakes that Dinah knew so well how to bake.
"Thanks! They're good!" said Will, as he bit into one.
"Say, you have some fine fish!" exclaimed Harry, half enviously.
"Where'd you catch them?"
"Oh, up the creek aways—near where I was hoeing corn. You can have 'em, if you want 'em."
"What! Do you mean to GIVE them to us?" asked Bert in surprise. "After all the work you had catching them?"
"Oh, it wasn't any work catching 'em," said Will quickly. "It was fun.
But it won't be any fun taking 'em home, for Mr. Hardee will be mad."
"Why?" asked Harry, as he began eating a second muffin.
"Well, he'll say I was catching fish instead of hoeing corn. But I caught all these in the noon hour, when I'm supposed to have a little time off. But he wouldn't believe that, so there's no use taking the fish home. You can have 'em. There's some pretty big sunnies, and a couple o' nice perch."
"Sure you don't want them?" asked Bert.