Truxton recovered the catch from the bushes and coolly detached the truculent pin.
"I'll have 'em for dinner," announced the Prince.
"Are you going to catch a mess ?" queried the man, appalled.
"Sure," said Bobby, casting again with a resolute splash.
"Are you not afraid they'll get onto you if you take them to the Castle ?" asked the other diplomatically.

"Goldfish are a dead give-away." "Nobody will scold 'cept Uncle Jack, and he won't know about it.

He's prob'ly gone away by this time." King noticed that his lip trembled suddenly.
"Gone away ?" "Yes.

He was banished this morning right after breakfast." The announcement began with a tremor but ended with imperial firmness.
"Great Scott!" gasped the other, genuinely shocked.
"I banished him," said the Prince ruefully.

"But," with a fine smile, "I don't think he'll go.