Outing . bit of rope betweentwo trees, and hung his spare clothes andblankets on it, as he explained, to breakfast was ready he appearedwith our tin kettle in his hand and satdown and eyed us quizzically. We paidlittle attention to him, until, shoulderingthe larger canoe, we set out over a half-mile portage to Kimball Lake, wherethe Indian told us we would find thebest fishing. Then we perceived ourParson, carefully carrying rods and thekettle, following in our Wake. What are you going to do with thatpot? demanded Frank hastily. The Parson grinned. Put it back,ordered his brother. But
Outing . bit of rope betweentwo trees, and hung his spare clothes andblankets on it, as he explained, to breakfast was ready he appearedwith our tin kettle in his hand and satdown and eyed us quizzically. We paidlittle attention to him, until, shoulderingthe larger canoe, we set out over a half-mile portage to Kimball Lake, wherethe Indian told us we would find thebest fishing. Then we perceived ourParson, carefully carrying rods and thekettle, following in our Wake. What are you going to do with thatpot? demanded Frank hastily. The Parson grinned. Put it back,ordered his brother. But the Parsonsidestepped a hampered kick fromFranks boot as the latter struggled toreach him without dropping the canoe. It was not till we had embarked onKimball Lake that the Parson revealedthe contents of his kettle. Chub andshiners, he announced proudly. TheRed Monarch told me they were neces-sary—after I gave him Franks pipe. Frank felt quickly and vainly at hiship pocket, then glared over his shoul-. INSTANTLY THE PARSON S ROD BEAT THE AIR FRENZIEDLY, AS HE GAVEA MIGHTY SWIPE WITH IT. der at the Parson. It was no time torisk upsetting the canoe to administerpunishment then, but I noted agreeablythe click of his teeth and saw thingscoming for the Dominie when shore wasreached again. But the Parsons visiondid not seem to extend beyond the imme-diate moment, for, ignoring all indica-tions of coming storm, he declared jubi-lantly that we hadnt any show to catchfish without chubs, and that he didntpropose to share any of his with idiotswho couldnt forage for themselves. We said nothing, while our partnergleefully began to rig his rod and sat amidships in the canoe facing for-ward. Frank was paddling in the bow,I in the stern. The Parson then ex-tracted the largest and fattest chub fromhis kettle, which he placed carefully outof our reach between his knees, baitedhis murderous gang hooks, and droppedthe line overboard at the moment Frankshot a veiled glance over his s
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