“What luck did you have?” demanded John as he and his comrade approached the fire which Grant had started.
“Pretty good,” replied Grant. “I caught only one myself but Fred got eight.”
“Good for him,” exclaimed John. “Did you get any big ones?”
“Fred caught one beauty.”
“Let’s see it.”
Nothing loath Fred proudly produced his big trout and held it up for the inspection of his friends.
“Say,” exclaimed George, “that’s a good one all right!”
“He certainly put up a game fight too,” said Grant. “You should have seen it.”
“I wish we had,” said George. “None of the ones we caught gave us any trouble at all.”
“Perhaps you didn’t catch any big enough,” said Fred, preparing to tease George and remind him of his boasts. “How many did you get anyway?”