to begin his fishing operations.

Presently he discovered a log that jutted out over the swift current.
From this outlook he believed he could allow his bait to float down into
an eddy that looked as though it might be the home of a big hermit
trout.

Jerry tested the log as he cautiously advanced. He realized that he was
taking some chances in creeping out to its furthest end, but so far as
he could ascertain it seemed to be firm enough.

Straddling the log, he started to get his baited hook in motion. The
wriggling worms sank a little in the swirl. At first, he was unable to
just master the difficult problem of how to influence the bait to float
into the eddy. Twice he failed to accomplish this, but studying the
rushing stream a little, he fancied that by a certain throw in the start
he could gain his end.

Sure enough, it worked, and like a charm. The baited hook was drawn back
into the foam-flecked eddy, and he saw it vanish from view. Then came a
most tremendous jerk, that almost caused him to lose his balance and
the log to quiver, with sickening possibilities.

But Jerry glued his legs against the sides, just as he had been told to
do with a refractory pony, and managed to recover his balance. The trout
was a gamey one, and the swiftness of the current made the task of
securing him doubly hard.

"I'll work, all right, for everything I hook here," panted Jerry, after
ten minutes had passed, and he tossed his exhausted prize over to the