He, too, was ordered away for the remainder of the summer by his father, who had just returned from abroad, nor was he allowed to accompany Bert Dodge.
What of Dick & Co.

during all this time?
They had gone away on an avowed fishing trip and they were making the most of it.
Harry Hazelton attended to perch fishing, when any of those fish were wanted.

Tom Reade and Dan made the most of the black bass sport, while Dick, with Dave and Greg as under-studies, went after trout.
Several trips were made down to the St.Clair Lake House, and on each occasion large quantities of bass and trout were sold to the proprietor.

He took all their offerings.
As a result of the sales of trout and bass some substantial money orders were forwarded to the elder Prescott, to be cashed by Dick on his return.
One afternoon Dick, who had gone trout fishing alone, returned with so small a string of the speckled ones that some of Tom's bass had to be added to the supper that night.
"I've been doing rather an unsportsmanlike thing, I fear," admitted Dick.
"Then 'fess up!" ordered Tom Reade.
"The trout are beginning to bite poorly," Prescott went on.

"The fact is, we've all but cleaned up the stream." "There must be a few hundred pounds left there yet," guessed Dave.
"There may be, and I hope there are," Prescott went on, "but I've decided not to take any more trout out of the stream this year.
Whatever are now left in the stream we must leave for next summer.
No good sportsman would ever deplete a stream of all its trout." "The bass are still biting fairly well," mused Tom aloud.