"Quite right--pardon me--quite right. Steady! You'll get him sure. And
he's a beauty, a perfect Rainbow beauty."

"Keep quiet, now," admonished Mandy. "Don't shout so. Tell me quietly
what to do."

"Do as you like. You can handle him. Just watch and wait--feel him all
the time. Ah-h-h! For Heaven's sake don't let him into that jam! There
he goes up stream! That's better! Good!"

"Don't get so excited! Don't yell so!" again admonished Mandy. "Tell me
quietly."

"Quietly? Who's yelling, I'd like to know? Who's excited? I won't say
another word. I'll get the landing-net ready for the final act."

"Don't leave me! Tell me just what to do. He's getting tired, I think."

"Watch him close. Wind him up a bit. Get all the line in you can.
Steady! Let go! Let go! Let him run! Now wind him again. Wait, hold him
so, just a moment--a little nearer! Hurrah! Hurrah! I've got him and
he's a beauty--a perfectly typical Rainbow trout."

"Oh, you beauty!" cried Mandy, down on her knees beside the trout that
lay flapping on the grass. "What a shame! Oh, what a shame! Oh, put him
in again, Allan, I don't want him. Poor dear, what a shame."

"But we must weigh him, you see," remonstrated her husband. "And we need
him for tea, you know. He really doesn't feel it much. There are lots
more. Try another cast. I'll attend to this chap."

"I feel just like a murderer," said Mandy. "But isn't it glorious? Well,
I'll just try one more. Aren't you going to get your rod out too?"

"Well, rather! What a pool, all unspoiled, all unfished!"

"Does no one fish up here?"

"Yes, the Police come at times from the Fort. And Wyckham, our neighbor.
And old man Thatcher, a born angler, though he says it's not sport, but
murder."

"Why not sport?"

"Why? Old Thatcher said to me one day, 'Them fish would climb a tree to
get at your hook. That ain't no sport.'"

But sport, and noble sport, they found it through the long afternoon,
so that, when through the scraggy pines the sun began to show red in the
western sky, a score or more lusty, glittering, speckled Rainbow trout
lay on the grass beside the shady pool.

Tired with their sport, they lay upon the grassy sward, luxuriating in
the warm sun.

"Now, Allan," cried Mandy, "I'll make tea ready if you get some wood for
the fire. You ought to be thankful I taught you how to use the ax. Do
you remember?"

"Thankful? Well, I should say. Do YOU remember that day, Mandy?"

"Remember!" cried the