“His land didt begin der prook at.”
“And he doesn’t own any territory on this side of the brook?”
“Nefer a foot uf territories owns him this side uf der prook on.”
“Then anybody can fish the brook without trespassing by following along the nearest bank?”
“Yah,” nodded Carl. “Uf you fish along der nearest side avay from us, you vill not trespass. Undt you didt vallop Chim Skimpson! Dot inflamation almost makes me cry for choy.”
“Come, fellers,” invited Crane, “let’s unload the canoe and launch her. Git holt.”
Lifting the light craft, they bore it to the water’s edge in the sandy cove, Sile expressing his eagerness to try it out. The paddles were produced, and soon Crane and Springer were afloat in the canoe, propelling it with considerable skill, the others watching them from the point.
“Dot vas too much like vurk,” murmured the Dutch boy, shaking his head. “It vould not like me at all.”
“Still fishing would be the sport for you, I judge,” said Grant.
“Yah, undt der stiller it vas der petter. I vould like to try him now uf I had the outfits.”