daughter."

"It wasn't so much to do," answered Randy. "We were close by."

"You are soaking wet."

"It's an old working suit and I don't mind the water," laughed our
hero.

"What a nice lot of fish," said little Helen, who had now completely
recovered.

"I feel I should reward you both," went on Mrs. Shalley.

"I don't want anything," said Jack, promptly.

"And neither do I," added our hero.

The hotel at which the lady was stopping was built close to the river
bank. Mother and child landed at the dock and Randy and Jack bade them
good-by.

"I shall try to see you again," said Mrs. Shalley, as she started for
the hotel.

"Evidently a very nice lady," remarked Jack, as he and Randy rowed
away.

"Yes."

"I think she wanted to reward us, Randy."

"I think so myself, but I don't want any reward."

"Neither do I, although I shouldn't mind, say ten thousand dollars,"
went on Jack, by way of a joke.

"Or the Presidency of the United States," added Randy, in an equally
light tone.

The boys had caught so many fish Randy decided to sell some from his
share. He found a purchaser on the dock where they landed and started
home richer by fifty cents.

"If I can't get anything else to do, I can do some fishing later on,"
he mused. "I can get at least two or three dollars' worth of fish a
week, and that would be better than nothing--and I could keep right on
with the farm, too."

When Randy returned home he had quite a story to tell, to which both
his father and his mother listened with interest.

"Randy, you must be careful in the water," said Mrs. Thompson, with an
anxious look in her eyes. "Supposing that girl had dragged you down?"

"I was on my guard, mother."

"Randy is a good swimmer," said his father. "I was a good swimmer
myself, in my younger days."

The fish proved acceptable, and Randy readily got Jerry Borden to trade
him some bacon for a mess, and also give him some fresh vegetables.

"Gosh! Wish I'd gone fishing," said Sammy. "I like to catch big fish."

"Well, I am not going to stop you," said our hero.

"Sammy never has no luck," put in Mrs. Borden. "Once he went fishing
all day and all he got was three little fish."

"Didn't nuther!" cried Sammy. "I got twelve big bites, but they got
away."

"It's the big fish that always get away," said Randy, with a smile.
"Never mind, Sammy, maybe we can go together some day."

"I'd like that," answered the overgrown country boy.

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