Greg, will you go back with me and help me bring the baskets ?" Greg at once accompanied the physician.

When they came to the spot, however, they found but one basket, and that nearly empty.
The second basket had disappeared altogether.
"Fine!" grunted Dr.Bentley.

"Greg, our committee of two must go back and report the disquieting news." "Not so very disquieting, sir," smiled young Holmes.

"We have a camp full of food to offer you." That invitation Dick and Dave very quickly seconded when the doctor rejoined the party.
"Especially if you can eat trout, sir," Dick went on.
"Don't! Don't be cruel!" remonstrated Dr.Bentley.

"I used to eat trout when I was a boy, but they are now an extinct fish." "Are they, sir ?" inquired Dick, unwrapping a paper from around part of the morning's heavy catch, while Dave exhibited the contents of a similar bundle.
Dr.Bentley rubbed his eyes.
"Bless me, these are a fine imitation of brook trout as I recall them," he murmured.
"What did you mean by saying that trout were an extinct fish ?" asked Laura.
"They're extinct for all but the wealthy," replied the physician.
"Brook trout, in these days, generally cost all of a dollar and a half a pound, and I've heard of as high as two dollars a pound being paid for them." "There are plenty hereabouts, just now," Dick replied.