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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 hls.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 um." 



" Catch anything ? " 



" No catch 'em — break 'em fly-rod." 



"Where's Sam?" 



" Dunno." 



" Sam up river ? " 



"I suppose." 



" Dipping ? " 



" I dunno." 



" 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?" 



" SeU 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 ? " 



