i io In the Sandy End of 



" Where did you get hay ? " 



" Oh, they was a lot of it on the dock 

 all done up fancy. Good hay though. 

 Smelt of it." 



"Whose hay was it?" 



"Dunno!" 



" I wish we could fish the old Howell 

 brook this morning, Jim ; but they say 

 that a club has bought rights and posted 

 it. How do you like that sort of thing 

 here in this part of the country?" 



" Like it ? Why, fust rate. Ketched 

 bigger trout and more of 'em than ever 

 before." 



" But don't you ever run across the 

 watchman ? " 



"Oh, lordy, yes! Run acrost him 

 more 'n forty times." 



" But did n't he stop you ?" 



" Stop me?" and Jim's voice sounded 

 like the sudden breaking of a bed slat 

 "Stop me? Why, no. He knows I kin 

 lick him quicker 'n lightnin'. Allers licked 

 him at school when we was boys. But 

 I Ve got a brook all posted for you fel- 

 lers. Three miles on it." 



