ayed the whole
party more than an hour while being rounded up.

"Lanky," as the party dubbed him out of disrespect, blamed me for their
getting lost, but dropped behind when he saw the half-suppressed mirth
of the others. Along the way were many inviting pools, and
occasionally we saw a fisherman. "Lanky" soon raised the question of
trying out the stream, but was outvoted by the others. He was inclined
to argue the matter, but we rode up the trail, leaving him to follow or
fish as he desired.

At Bear Lake at that time was a canvas boat, cached twenty steps due
west of a certain large bowlder that lay south of the outlet. The boat
was small, would safely hold but two persons. As it was being carried
to the water, "Lanky" appeared and insisted on having the first turn in
it. To this the others agreed, much against my wishes. To save the
others from the annoyance of the fellow, I went out with him in the
boat.

The trout were too well fed to be interested in our flies, though
"Lanky" and I paddled around and across, and tempted them with a dozen
lures.

My passenger became abusive and blamed me for wasting a good fishing
day by bringing the party to the lake. In the midst of his tirade the
boat tilted strangely. For a few minutes he shamefully neglected me
while he gave his whole attention to righting it.

By sundown the party had caught a few small fish, and were ready to
quit. They had gladly let "Lanky" monopolize the boat so as to be
spared his society. To "Lanky's" disgust we had caught only two
six-inch fish. Just as we started for the shore he made a farewell
cast.

Something struck his spinner; his reel sang, his rod bent, and he stood
up in the boat, yelling instructions at me. The rest of the party quit
fishing to watch him land the fish. The trout was a big one, and game,
but we were in deep water with plenty of room. From the shore came
excited directions: "Give him more line!" "Reel him in!" "Don't let
him get under the boat!" "Head him toward the shore!" "Lanky" turned
a superior deaf ear.

After a tussle of ten minutes a two-pound trout lay in the boat, and
"Lanky" raised an exultant yell in which the cliffs of Hallett joined.
Now, indeed, was justice gone astray, when the one disagreeable member
of the party had the only luck.

When the last triumphant echo died away, I picked up his prize,
inspected it critically, held it aloft for the others to witness. "I'm
a deputy warde