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bushes ! Indian Joe's, I vow ! Confound the rascal ! he's 

 getting ready to set his nets in the pool here. Yes, and 

 there's his buoy out there, just at the edge of the quick water. 

 I had no idea the fish had been running, but you can't beat 

 an Indian at his own game. I shouldn't wonder if the 

 scoundrel was hidden in the brush hereabouts somewhere. 



" Halloa ! Hal-loo-oo ! Come out of that, you Joe ! it's 

 no use skulking ! Ah ! there you are, are you ? Come here ! 

 I say, Joe, salmon running ? " 



" Dunno mebby." 



"Tried the river yet?" 



"Yes try urn." 



"Catch anything?" 



" No catch 'em break 'em fly-rod." 



"Where's Sam?" 



"Dunno." 



" Sam up river ? " 



" I suppose." 



"Dipping?" 



"Idunno." 



" What you doing here ? " 



"Mend um canoe he broke too." 



" Here, Joe ; try a little whiskey. There ! how do you like 

 that? good?" 



"Yes good." 



" Now see here, Joe. This gentleman wants to buy a sal- 

 mon give plenty good price, you know ? " 



"Eh?" 



" Sell um salmon get money understand ? " 



" I suppose." 



" Now, Joe, there's no use fooling. Tell me have you got 

 any salmon?" 



" Yes got salmon." 



"How many?" 



" One." 



"Where you got him?" 



