Alfred examined the rods with the eye of a connoisseur and pronounced them perfect.
"These rods have been made by a lover of the art. Anyone with half an eye could see that. What shall we use for bait?" he said.
"Sam got me some this morning."
"Did you expect to go?" asked Alfred, looking up in surprise.
"Yes, I intended going, and as you said you were coming over, I meant to ask you to accompany me."
"That was kind of you."
"Where are you young people going?" called Colonel Zane, stopping in his task.
"We are going down to the sycamore," answered Betty.
"Very well. But be certain and stay on this side of the creek and do not go out on the river," said the Colonel.
"Why, Eb, what do you mean? One might think Mr. Clarke and I were children," exclaimed Betty.