"The accident part worked out all right." He paused, still laughing--enjoying the artist's discomfiture; then ended with a curious--"What in thunder were you sneaking around in the brush like that for, anyway?
Those women won't bite." Aaron King explained how he had heard the music while fishing; and how, following the sound, he had acted upon an impulse to catch a glimpse of the unknown musician before revealing himself; and then, in his interest, had forgotten that he was playing the part of a spy--until so rudely aroused by the hand of the Ranger.
Brian Oakley chuckled; "If _I'd_ acted upon impulse when I first saw you peeking through those cedars, you would have been more surprised than you were.

But while I was sneaking up on you I noticed your get-up--with your creel and rod--and figured how you might have come there.

So I thought I would go a little slow." "And you wear rather heavy boots too," said the artist suggestively.

Then, more at ease, he joined in the laugh at himself.
"Catch any fish ?" asked the Ranger--lifting the cover of the creel.
"Whee!" as he saw the contents.

"That's bully! And I'm hungry as a she wolf too! Been in the saddle since sunup without a bite.