CHAPTER VII.
THE APPLE OF DISCORD BECOMES A JOINTED ROD "What do you think about fishing, Dannie ?" asked Jimmy Malone.
"There was a licht frost last nicht," said Dannie.

"It begins to look that way.

I should think a week more, especially if there should come a guid rain." Jimmy looked disappointed.

His last trip to town had ended in a sodden week in the barn, and at Dannie's cabin.

For the first time he had carried whiskey home with him.