"If you won't speak, and mind you don't slip and fall!"
"I won't," promised Eleanor, crawling up after the sure-footed Polly until both reached the top. To their surprise, the girls found a cleft between two great rocks with a quiet pool resting at the base. The current passed, rushing onward to the Falls, but the water circulating in the nook scarcely rippled. Even as the two girls watched, a flash of a speckled back flounced up in play and splashed their shoes.
"What a spot for trout!" whispered Polly, crawling out to the rim of a rock while Eleanor watched breathlessly.
"Not too far out, Poll!" whispered Eleanor, anxiously, as Polly leaned over the edge to gaze into the clear depths.
Without a word, Polly carefully cast her fly far out upon the smooth surface of the sparkling water. Then flashes deep down, and in incredibly short time a large speckled trout rose to the bait, and Polly felt her nerves tauten with the excitement of the sportsman. Eleanor held her breath for fear the trout would disappear.
Polly landed that one, weighing at least three pounds, then caught two more, weighing about two pounds each.
"Guess these will be enough for this noon. No use catching more than we need!" remarked Polly, coming back to Eleanor's side.
The girls hastened down the rocks and brought the fish over to the place where Polly expected to find a good fire burning.
"Why, I don't see any fire—didn't you build one for the fish?" cried
Polly.
"You didn't tell us to! Anyway, what would we make it with—no matches and no kindlings!" replied Barbara.