"Thanks," said Mortimer drily.
"Well, as you've got Mortimer," I observed, "you can't take me."
"Oh, that's all right," put in Mortimer; "I don't fish. I've only come for the charm of Tommy's conversation."
"I haven't got a rod," I objected.
"That doesn't matter," said Tommy, "neither have I. But there are two up there which old Quinn said we could use."
"How are we going to manage about grub?" I asked.
Mortimer laughed.
"The car's stuffed with it," he said, "especially drink."
That decided me.
"I'll come," I said, "but you'll have to call for my traps. I'm staying up in Clifton, so it's all on the way."