He speedily found the fisherman with whom he had before bargained.
"I did not expect you back again so soon," the old man said.
"We killed a buck this morning," Archie said carelessly, "and my friends thought that the afternoon would be fine for fishing." "You can try if you like," the fisherman said, "but I fear that you will have but little sport.

The day is too bright and clear, and the fish will be sulking at the bottom of the lake." "We will try," Archie said, "nevertheless.

Even if the sport is bad it will be pleasant out on the lake, and if we catch nothing we will get you to give us some fresh fish instead of dry.

The folks in the hills will be no wiser, and it will not do for us to return empty handed." The fisherman assented, and placed the oars and nets in the boat, and Archie and his companions entering rowed out into the middle of the lake, and then throwing over the nets busied themselves with fishing.
As the old man had predicted, their sport was but small, but this concerned them little.

Thinking that they might be watched, they continued steadily all the afternoon casting and drawing in the nets, until the sun neared the horizon.