The pool had been stirred, partly by the inexpert pokings of the fishermen and partly by small clods and bits of dirt dislodged from above by the feet of the audience.

The water, consequently, was but brownly translucent and revealed its secrets reluctantly; nevertheless certain dim little shapes had been observed to move within it, and were still there.

Ramsey failed to see them at first.
"Where's any ole fish ?" he inquired, scornfully.
"Oh, my goodness!" Heinie Krusemeyer moaned.

"_Can't_ you shut up ?" "Look!" whispered the girl who stood nearest to Ramsey.

She pointed.
"There's one.