“Look out! Oh, Julie—see there, now!” cried Joan, impatiently, as both lines and hooks became entangled.
Julie laughed as she hauled in the lines and started to undo the snarl.
“Isn’t this just like love? One minute you’re all right and never dreaming of a tangle; along comes a fine young Ranger and, pronto! the tackle jumps around and there you are!”
The two lines were separated as she ended her sermonette; then Joan said: “Come on back. We can’t fish this morning, while we know Hesty and Betty have Sanderson all to themselves. Here we are missing all the fun and they’re right in it”
Without demur, Julie followed after her chum, and soon they appeared in camp. “No fish this morning,” declared Julie, as she placed Tally’s rod against a tree.
“Oh, girls! did you really try?” asked Mrs. Vernon.
“I should say we did! Why, I almost wore out the line while working it,” declared Julie, positively.
The men stood and gazed at the lake in amazement. Mr. Vernon then said: “I could swear the lake was full of fish, Gilly.”
“Come on, Sanderson, let’s you and I go try our luck,” responded Mr. Gilroy. “It will only delay breakfast for a short time.”
So, without another word the two men took the discarded rods and walked away, while Julie and Joan stood and watched them go, disapproval plainly expressed on their faces. Tally gave them a look, comprehending the situation, and smiled to himself as he bent over the fire to turn the bread-twist.