[Frank, the Young Naturalist by Harry Castlemon]@TWC D-Link bookFrank, the Young Naturalist CHAPTER V 11/12
This little rifle came handy then, I tell you.
But I must hurry along now; I promised to go riding with the old man this afternoon." And he dipped the oars into the water, and the little boat shot rapidly up the river.
It was well that he took his departure just as he did, for our three boys could not possibly have contained themselves a moment longer.
They could not wait for him to get out of sight, but, lying back in the boat, they laughed until the tears rolled down their cheeks. "Well, Frank, what do you think of him ?" inquired Harry, as soon as he could speak. "I think the less we have to do with him the better," answered Frank. "I did think," said Harry, stopping now and then to indulge in a hearty fit of laughter, "that there might be some good things about him; but a boy that can tell such whopping big lies as he told must be very small potatoes.
Only think of catching three hundred fish in less than half an hour, and with only one hook and line! Why, that would be ten every minute, and that is as many as two men could manage.
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