, then the youngster fairly doubled himself up, acting
so strangely that Bruno gave a little cry of alarm; but ere the elder
brother could take further action, Waldo swung his right arm upward and
outward, sending a goodly sized trout flashing through the air to the
shore, crying in boyish enthusiasm:

"Glory in great chunks! I want to camp right here for a year to come!
Will ye look at that now?"

Bruno had to dodge that writhing missile, and, before he could fairly
recover himself, Waldo had floundered ashore, leaving a yeasty turmoil
in his wake, but then throwing up a dripping hand, and speaking in an
exaggerated whisper:

"Whist, boy! On your life, not so much as the ghost of a whimper! The
hole's ramjammed chuck full of trout, and we'll have a meal fit for the
gods if--where's my fishing tackle?"

Bruno picked up the trout, so queerly brought to light, really
surprised, but feigning still further, as he made his examination.

"It really IS a trout, and--how long have you carried this about in your
clothes, Waldo Gillespie?"

"Not long enough for you to build a decent joke over it, brother mine.
Just happened so. Tried to ram its nose in one of my pockets, and of
course I had to take him in out of the wet. Pool's just full of them,
too, and I wouldn't wonder if--oh, quit your talking, and do something,
can't you, boy?"

Vigorously though he spoke, Waldo wound up with a shiver and sharp
chatter of teeth as the fresh morning air struck through his dripping
garments. He gave a coltish prance, as he turned to seek his fishing
tackle; but, unfortunately for his hopes of speedy sport, the professor
was nigh enough to both see and hear, and at once took charge of the
reckless youngster.

"Wet to the hide, and upon an empty stomach, too! You foolish child!
Come, strip to the buff, and put on some of these garments until--here
by the fire, Waldo."

And thus taken in tow, the lad was forced to slowly but thoroughly
toast his person beside the freshly started fire, ruefully watching his
brother deftly handle rod and line, in a remarkably short space of time
killing trout enough to furnish all with a bounteous meal.

"And I was the discoverer, while you reap all the credit, have all the
fun!" dolefully lamented Waldo, when the catch was displayed with an
ostentation which may have covered just a tiny bit of malice. "I'll put
a tin ear on you, Amerigo Vespucius!"

"All right; we'll have a merry go together, after