Roy and Chub followed him out and watched while the pickerel were transferred from the birch bark to the pan. Dick tossed the bark aside and Chub rescued it out of curiosity.
“It made a pretty good platter,” he said. Then, “Here it is!” he cried delightedly.
“What?” asked the others in a breath.
“The verse! He wrote it on the other side of the bark! Listen!
“Fish, so the scientists agree,
As food for brain do serve.
So help yourself, but as for me,
I take them for my nerve!
“W. N.”
[CHAPTER VIII]
A GUEST AT CAMP
“For his nerve!” gasped Dick.