Not even Mr.Morton ever heard of this stream." "Well, Mr.Morton can't be expected to know everything," argued Greg.

"He's already the most capable sub-master in Gridley High School and the finest coach the Gridley football squad ever had." "He's also an A No.1 trout fisherman," Dick went on.

"Fellows, we mustn't tell everyone about this trout stream, but Mr.Morton is such an all around fine fellow that I think we owe it to him to tell him, when we see him, just how to reach this brook." "If the real estate men of Gridley knew of this place," laughed Greg, "they'd buy up the ground around here and then sell bungalows at fancy prices to amateur fishermen of means." "And then the brook would soon cease to be a trout stream," retorted young Prescott.

"A large proportion of the trout would be caught within a few days, and the rest of 'em scared away to safer breeding grounds.

The only way to keep a trout stream in working order is not to let many people know about it.