had such an important job for me. I didn't know, then, that you
wanted me to boss the raft building and transporting the camp
over here. It was exercise, all right. We ought to have taken
an entire day to it."

Dick rose with the frying pan, dropping hot trout on four plates
in turn, omitting only Holmes.

"You shall have a trout out of the next serving, Greg," Dick promised.

"I'm not worrying about myself," Greg returned. "But are you
going to have anything left for yourself, Dick?"

"I'm not worrying about that, either," laughed Prescott. "It
was mighty nice of you fellows to do all the work this afternoon,
and leave me to enjoy myself all the time at sport. So the trout
belong to you fellows."

"I don't suppose you worked at all, Dick," said Tom quizzically.
"Of course whipping up and down a stream in rubber boots, over
stones and all sorts of obstacles, isn't anything like work."

"It would be pretty hard work for a fellow who didn't like trout
fishing, I suppose," Dick answered. "But, to me, it was only
so much glorious sport. Here's your trout, Greg. Who else wants
some more?"

"Don't ask foolish questions," chuckled Danny Grin.

But at last the five boys had to admit that they had eaten their