“That’s so! After we have filled the wood-boxes and helped Captain clean and salt those fish we’ll just look up the Nature Coups and see how much this Pentagoet Tribe knows about the denizens of the briny,” said Fred.

“Am I in your Pentagoet Tribe, now?” asked Paul.

“We will formally take you in at our first Council,” replied Fred.

“Me too!” cried Dudley. “That’ll be great! I was wondering how we’d fix it ’cause I want to be in a Woodcraft Tribe and not by my lonesome all summer.”

Nature books, pencils and paper, to say nothing of the “thinking caps” were all called upon that evening to do active service, so the fog was forgotten. Paul and Dudley triumphantly passed the examination of the twenty-five different fish they had listed up and identified. The lists were the same, as the two boys had been together in the pursuit of this Nature coup.

With genuine pride they copied the list on the backs of their official Honour claims for the fish coup.

Fish Coup.

Elizabeth helped Edith print the names of her list which varied a trifle because she had gold-fish on her fresh-water list and a lump-fish on her salt-water list of fish.

“Oh,” cried Edith, “I wish you all could have seen my little green lump-fish—he was so cute! Just like a little mould of jelly.”