Jensie Crider, Johnny was thinking to himself. The very girl I’ve wanted to know. And such a meeting as this!
“You made me lose a black bass, a—a whopper,” he grinned in spite of himself.
“Oh! I’m sorry!” she was all sympathy. “But I’ll find you another, a bigger one. You wait and see!” She stood up to shake herself until her damp garments spun about her. “Now please do come up and get all dried out.”
Who could but obey this order from so beautiful a siren?
“Now tell me,” she said when Johnny had settled himself upon the rock, “what do you do besides catch fish?”
“Sometimes I go scouting for football players.”
“Do you find them?”
“Found one last night.”
“Down here in the mountains?” she voiced her surprise.
“It’s Ballard Ball. You’d be astonished. He’s an artful dodger. I—” he was about to tell her how he had found him but changed his mind. “I—I’m going to take him with me to college.”