"If brook trout are as fine eating as they used to be when I was a boy, then you simply won't be able to keep it a secret that you've eaten some recently.

Yet on one point I must insist.

None of you must be dishonorable enough to name any spot within fifty miles of here as the scene of your trout luncheon.

If you let the secret out all the trout fishermen in four counties will be swarming here to destroy all the fun your young men friends are having.

So, please remember! Utter, dark, uncompromising secrecy!" "Is it as bad as that ?" asked Belle.
"Every real trout fisherman knows enough to keep his own secrets as to the streams that contain trout," Dave nodded.
By this time they came within sight of the camp.