ow. Mind what I said to ye."

While Donald went at a slow, sad pace to fetch water, Junkie spread his
handkerchief on the ground, and on this tablecloth laid out the
following articles, which he took from a small bag that he had carried,
slung on his shoulder,--a very large piece of loaf bread, a thick slice
of cheese, two hard biscuits, an apple, a bit of liquorice, a mass of
home-made toffee, inseparably attached to a dirty bit of newspaper,
three peppermint lozenges, and a gully knife with a broken blade.

When Donald returned and beheld this feast, he opened his eyes wide.
Then, opening his mouth, he was on the point of giving vent to a cheer,
when Junkie stopped him with a glance and an ominous shake of the fist.

It is to this day an undecided question which of those feasters enjoyed
himself most.

"I always bring with me more than I can eat, Tonal', so you're welcome
to the half. `Fair play,' as daddy says, although he sometimes keeps
the fairest play to himself;" with which dutiful remark the urchin
proceeded to divide the viands very justly.

It did not take long to consume the whole. But MacRummle was quicker
even than they, possibly because he had enticing work still before him.
The consequence was, that he had resumed his rod unnoticed by the boys,
and in the process of his amusement, had reached that part of the bank
on the top of which they lay concealed. Their devotion to lunch had
prevented his approach being perceived, and the first intimation they
had of his near presence was the clatter of pebbles as he made a false
step, and the swish of his flies above their heads as he made a cast.

The boys gazed at each other for one moment in silence, then hastily
stuffed the remnant of their feast into their pockets.

Suddenly the glengarry bonnet of Junkie leaped mysteriously off his
head, and dropped on the heather behind him.

"Hanked again!" growled MacRummle from the river-bed below.

Every fisher knows the difficulty of casting a long line with a steep
bank behind him. Once already the old gentleman had hanked on the bank
a little lower down, but so slightly that a twitch brought the flies
away. Now, however, the hank was too complicated to give way to a
twitch, for the glengarry held hard on to the heather. In desperate
haste, Junkie, bending low, tried to extract the hook. It need scarcely
be said that a hook refuses to be extracted in haste. Before he could
free it, the voice of MacRu