"All right Old Chap, you can run head boat if you think you can do better. I'll follow you without question," Charley replied wearily.
"All right, I will," agreed Walter, shortly. "I can promise you I will not make you row yourself to death for nothing."
In silence Charley changed positions with his chum. They had not proceeded a hundred yards in the new order when Walter's skiff slid in amongst the biggest school he had yet seen.
"All right, let's run them," he shouted excitedly.
Charley smiled grimly as he cast him the end of his net to make fast but he said nothing, and when his chum gave the signal to start he was off at the word.
"Whew," panted Walter, as they came together at the end of the run, "we've made a killing this time. Just look at the bright streaks. Why, the circle is full of fish. Come on, let's drum them up."
"I wouldn't drum any," Charley advised.
"I'm running head boat now," Walter reminded him shortly, "kindly do as I say."
"All right," his chum agreed, cheerfully, and fell to beating the water lustily with his oar.