"I can't afford to put sixty-cents-a-pound fish on my bill of
fare," said the hotel man.

At this moment two well-dressed, prosperous-looking, middle-aged
men came strolling around the corner of the building. As Dick
was about to cover his fish one of them caught sight of the speckled
beauties, and stopped short.

"Hello! Aren't these fine, Johnson?" the man demanded of the
proprietor. "Going to buy these trout for the hotel?"

"I can't afford to put such costly fish on the bill of fare,"
replied Johnson candidly.

"Man, you don't have to," replied the other. "Send these trout
to the grill-room ice-box. Let guests who want brook trout order
them as extras. Why, I'll eat a few of these myself, if you serve
'em."

"Certainly," nodded the other man.

Proprietor Johnson had caught a new idea from the suggestion of
serving the trout as an "extra" in the grill-room of the hotel.
All of a sudden he began to scent a profit.

"All right, young man," smiled Mr. Johnson. "Begin to unload.
I'll have the scales brought out again."

The weight proved to be a little over one hundred pounds. Dick