"I haven't studied at all, I tell you."
"Well, we know where to begin to-morrow, don't we? Is there any decent fishing around here?"
"Find out," I muttered.
"Oh, well, I didn't suppose there was," he answered. "It's an out-of-the-way spot up here, anyway."
"That's a lie! There's as good trout and pickerel fishing here as there is anywhere in the State, if you know the proper place to look for it."
"Maybe; maybe there are lions and tigers if you know where to look for them. But I'll believe it when I see them."
He yawned again and looked out the window and drummed on the desk. After a bit I said:
"You city fellows think you know it all, don't you? If you want fishing
I'll take you where you'll get it."
"I'm not particular about it," he said. "I know about what that sort of fishing is; sit on a bank or stand up to your waist in water all day, and catch two little old four-ounce trout and a sunfish."
I jumped up.