"I'm trying to get up a pin-hook fishing contest, for three-inch sunfish." "Happy thought," returned Sam, laughing.

"Count me in." "It's the governor's own idea, too," said Billy with vast enthusiasm.
"Bully sport, it ought to be.

Only trouble is, Princeman has some mysterious errand or other, and can't join us." "No; the fact is, the Stevenses were due at Hollis Creek yesterday," confessed Mr.Princeman in cold return to the prying Billy, "and I think I'll stroll over and see if they've arrived." Sam Turner surveyed Princeman with a new interest.

Danger lurked in Princeman's black eyes, fascination dwelt in his black hair, attractiveness was in every line of his athletic figure.

It was upon the tip of Sam's tongue to say that he would join Princeman in his walk, but he repressed that instinct immediately.
"Quite a long ways over there by the road, isn't it ?" he questioned.
"Yes," admitted Princeman unsuspectingly, "it winds a good bit; but there is a path across the hills which is not only shorter but far more pleasant." Sam turned to Mr.Westlake.
"It would be a shame not to let Princeman in on that pin-hook match," he suggested.