Dick," suggested Darry.
"Greg and I can take turns with the other pole." "That will hardly be fair to you two," replied Dick, with a shake of his head.
"It wouldn't be fair to the whole crowd to take your pole away from you any part of the time," retorted Greg.

"Remember, Dick, you are the expert trout fisherman of the party, and all the fellows want some more trout.

We'll never forget those of last night." Greg and Hazelton now had breakfast ready.

It was eaten rather hastily, after which all hands fell to setting things to rights.
"Here, come out of the tent," called Hazelton, as Dick started inside to use a broom there.

"You fellows are the providers, and I can do the little housework that's left to do." So Dick, Dave and Greg brought out their long-legged rubber boots and got into them with little delay.