I ran for the landing net and, as she brought her captive up beside the rock, reached forward to use it.

But she stopped me.
"No," she said, breathlessly, "I want to do this all myself." It took her several more minutes to do it, and she was pretty well splashed, when at last, with the heavy net dragging from one hand and the rod in the other, she sprang down from the rock.

Together we bent over the fish.
"A four-pounder, if he is an ounce," said I."I congratulate you, Miss Colton." "Poor thing," she mused.

"I am almost sorry he did not get away.

He IS a beauty, isn't he! Now I am ready to go home." That journey home was a strange experience to me.