"Hey, boys! Having good luck?"
"Pretty good," said Charley. "Have you caught anything?—anything bigger'n minners?"
"Well, a fish or two. Come ashore and I'll show 'em. Besides, I want you to give me a lift with your boat."
The boys were ready enough to have a look into that fish-basket, and the anchor came up in a hurry.
"See," said the fat man, as he lifted the lid of his basket.
"Why, it's more'n half full."
"All trout too, and some of 'em are big ones."
"Mister," said Charley, "did you bring any of them from the city with you?"
"I guess not," chuckled the fat man. "I got most of 'em in the brook, but I did fairly well along the creek. Now do you see those bushes at the foot of the steep bank just below the mouth of the creek?"
"Yes," said Charley; "there's an awful deep hole right there."