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though. I haena heuked ane for a fortnicht. Thej r 're 

 a wee bittie diseased too, I'm thinking. There's a 

 gey pucklie varmin on them." 



As he spoke he flipped two or three sea-lice (the 

 sure sign of a fresh -run salmon) from the silver 

 side of one of his prizes, and winked we could 

 almost have sworn he winked at Johnnie. 



We feel hot and disgusted at Angus, #nd at our- 

 selves, chiefly at Angus. Johnnie might have given 

 us a little help in such an awkward position, but he 

 didn't. He sat looking seriously and enviously at the 

 two beauties, and we resent the way in which he 

 begins to chat with the enemy. For the moment we 

 almost dislike Johnnie too. 



It is evidently necessary somehow to get rid of 

 Angus if we are to do anything, for we are sure that 

 we can never fish the pool properly while he is sitting 

 like an incubus on the bank watching ; and so we 

 fall into error number two, and nearly tell another 

 story. 



" Well, good morning good morning, Angus, we 

 must be " " off," we are on the point of adding, but 

 we pull up just in time " at work," is the only end- 

 ing we can think of, and it is a lame one, for it 

 compels us to perform at once before him. 



Angus enjoys our confusion, he knew well enough 

 what we wanted. The whole thing was, as a school- 

 boy would say, " nuts " to him. The old wretch had 

 found out, what we might have noticed too namely, 



