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warned them that they must start if they 

 wished to reach the camp before dusk. 



The Angler did not care to fish on his 

 return trip, preferring to devote his efforts 

 to exhibitions of various methods of rowing, 

 sculling, and pushing. 



Their host was on the lookout and as the 

 boats drew up alongside the wharf, shouted, 

 "Had any luck?" 



"Luck," replied the Angler, "why it was 

 great! Never had such fishing in all my 

 life. Take a look at these, Judge, and see 

 for yourself. Hold them up, Charlie. Now, 

 what do you think?" 



"Well, well, you are a good fisherman. I 

 never knew there were such bouncers about, 

 and I've camped here ten years or so," 

 gasped the surprised man. 



Again was the story told before they said 

 "au revo'ir" and they tried to express their 

 gratitude for the Judge's courtesy. They 

 departed carrying with them a cordial invi- 

 tation to come and spend a week, and their 

 host's promise that he would go along with 

 them next time. 



