Dick held up a string now numbering eleven trout, some of them unusually large.
For answer Greg held up a crotched stick with not a single trout dangling therefrom.
"There's more knack to this game than I can catch," muttered Darry disconsolately, "but I'd give a good deal to get the knack of it." "No man save the first trout fisherman of all ever learned without a teacher," Dick assured his chum.

"Greg, you take a place farther down the stream, and I'll stay with Dave and try to show him some of the tricks.

You may have my pole and line, Greg, for I shall be busy watching Dave." Many a pull at his line had Darrin, and many a fish was lost ere, under Prescott's patient instruction, he managed to land a trout weighing about a pound.
"Whew!" muttered Dave, mopping his brow.

"At this moment I believe I feel prouder than any general who ever captured a city." "You'll soon have the hang of it, now, Dave," was his chum's encouraging assurance.

"Now, I'm going to hunt up Holmesy, and see if I can show him some of the knack." Greg proved a grateful though not very clever pupil.