Huh! guess I didn’t even start, after I saw what he could put up in the running line. Besides, Owen went on to say, you must remember that I was tired, and carrying my fishing rod, as well as a bully old string of perch, which I calculated to clean for supper. Then, I hadn’t lost any boy, you see. So I just hollered after him, and tried to let the silly goose know we didn’t mean to hurt him.