“What’d you catch him with?”
“Bait an’ a hook an’ line.”
Walter laughed. “Pat, you win,” said he. “I don’t want any of your secrets, but I should like to catch just one fish like that one.”
A crafty look swept over the freckled face grinning across at him. “Yez licked me once.”
Walter nodded.
“An’ yez said that if iver yez had the chance yez’d show me some o’ thim thricks what done it.”
Again Walter nodded.
“Will yez do it now if Oi’ll show yez where thim big fish is an’ how ter ketch ’em?” asked Pat eagerly.
“I’ll do it anyway, and you don’t need to show me anything about the fish,” replied Walter heartily, driving the canoe ashore as he spoke.
Together they forced their way through the underbrush until they found a cleared place. “This isn’t to be another fight?” asked Walter, a sudden suspicion flashing into his mind.