“That’s all right, Pop,” laughed Grant. “You caught him anyway, didn’t you?”
“I surely did. I told Fred I’d beat him out and I did it. Why, Fred, you little shrimp, I’d have put salt on his tail and caught him that way if it was necessary in order to take some of the conceit out of you.”
“Bah!” exclaimed Fred in disgust.
CHAPTER XII—A CHALLENGE
Two more days the boys spent among the streams and the trout pools. At the end of that time their supply of food was running low and they decided to return to their island camp.
The return trip was made without any mishap and when they entered the little lake where their island was situated, their tent, standing out prominently on the little bluff where it was pitched, was a welcome sight to all.
“It looks pretty good, doesn’t it?” exclaimed John proudly.
“It certainly does,” agreed Fred. “I’m sort of glad to be back again.”