Nor was it long before Tom, Dan and Harry caught sight of the visitors and ran forward to meet them.
"Our friends have come just in time to have a trout feast," Dick announced.
"I shall be jealous if they eat the trout," Tom retorted.
"Or envious ?" laughed Belle.
"No; jealous," Tom assured her.

"Dan and I have been fishing, too.

Come and see what we caught." Tom led the way to where he had cleaned more than a dozen black bass, while in buckets of water lay nearly thirty more fine, sleek-looking fish.
"Didn't you catch anything but bass ?" Dave asked.
"A few other fish," Tom admitted, "but we threw the inferior fish back into the water.

Now, girls, which are you going to have---trout or bass ?" "Both---if we may," ventured Laura, with a smile.
And both were served at the meal.

Motherly Mrs.Bentley laid aside her motoring dust coat and marshaled the girls for the various tasks to which she assigned them.
What a hubbub there was in preparing the feast! Dick built two small fires for his own exclusive use.