“Huh,” laughed Fred derisively. “He couldn’t catch a trout like that to save his life.”
“Wait and see,” cautioned Grant.
CHAPTER XI—WHAT GEORGE DID
“Well, I suppose we might as well go back now,” said Fred. “It’ll be dark before long.”
“All right,” agreed Grant, reluctantly. “I wish I might have caught a trout like that one of yours though.”
“I’ll stay if you want to.”
“No, I guess not,” said Grant. “As you say it will be dark soon and we might as well go back.”
“Get your rod then and we’ll start.”