Langdon waked up still more.
"I want to tell you," he said fiercely, "that I'd rather gnaw circles in a daisy field than eat any more of your accursed fish-wafer. Do you realise that I've already consumed six entire pads, one ledger, and two note-books?"
Sayre struck frantically at a mosquito.
"I wonder," he said, "whether it might help matters to fry it?"
"That mosquito?"
"No, you idiot! A fish-wafer."
"You'd better get busy and fry a few trout."
"Where are they?"
"In some of these devilish brooks. It's up to you to catch a few."
"Didn't I try?" demanded Sayre; "didn't I fish all the afternoon?"