“Sure enough—twenty-five kinds of fish for a coup!” responded Fred.
“And fifty for a Grand Coup,” added Elizabeth.
“Hoh, we can never win fifty!” declared Dudley.
“Why not—if a trawl rakes up a hundred different kinds, it’ll be easy,” bragged Paul.
Then Mrs. Remington said, “You know, boys, we will soon begin our weekly Councils and you ought to be able to get the low Honour for twenty-five fish without any difficulty. Dudley, how many do you know now?”
“Are lobsters fish?” countered Dudley.
“Why, of course they are a sort of fish,” quickly retorted Paul.
“It seems to me that the Woodcraft Manual says ‘vertebrates’ and that means ‘back-bones’; so lobsters should not be included,” explained Mrs. Remington.
“Anyway, I know a cunner, a sculpin, and a mackerel—that’s three. And a salmon, makes four, and a cod and a flounder, that’s six. Now, let me see—oh yes! a harbour-pollock, and, and—I know lots more too, but I can’t just remember,” admitted Dudley.
“Ha, ha! Dud, you ought to be named ‘Dub’! What about the very fish we caught to-day?” teased Fred.