John once more put his hand in the creel and felt all around.
“I don’t feel it here,” he said anxiously.
“Maybe it slipped through a crack in the basket,” said Fred gleefully. “Are you sure you caught a fish, Pop?”
“Why, I thought so,” said George. “Here, String, let me try to find it.”
“Too bad we haven’t got a magnifying glass,” chuckled Fred as John passed the creel over to George. “You know it’s against the law to catch the little bits of ones anyway.”
“Find it, Pop?” inquired John.
“Here it is,” exclaimed George after a moment’s search and he drew forth to the astonished gaze of Grant and Fred a trout that one glance showed was easily larger than the one Fred had caught.
“Where’d you get that fish?” demanded Fred in amazement.
“I caught it.”
“You did? How’d you do it?”