The same patient tactics, and Dick had another trout---this time a two-pounder as against about three quarters of a pound for the weight of the first trout.
The third trout got away, despite the most careful handling, but the fourth and fifth biters were soon landed.
"I can't stand this any longer," quivered Dave.

"I've got to start in.

Where do you want me to go, Dick ?" "Better go about a quarter of a mile upstream," Prescott suggested, "and then work down this way.

Greg can go along with you and carry the stick for your string.

I'll look out for my own string." For nearly half an hour Prescott saw nothing of his friends.
Then Dave and Greg came in sight.