let a detail swamp the whole. Our 

 comfort was now assured, Creche 

 could be dealt with later, and it 

 really was a glorious day to start on 

 a pleasure trip. So his voice rang 

 out cheerily: " I tell you, Mrs. Nim- 

 rod, you will have need of that tackle 

 from your bundle to-morrow. We 

 will show you fishing that is fishing, 

 and you will have to hold up the 

 honour of the family and catch a 

 record breaker." 



Bobbie's generous heart was torn 

 with conflicting desires, his own 

 natural ambition to catch the "big- 

 gest ever," or for Sally to do so, or 

 for his guest. Nimrod refused to fish 

 and I had only been led into angling 

 by the assurance that I should catch 

 a "whale." 



We halted at the end of the first 

 carry for luncheon, and then was 

 produced by our camp boy a neat 

 fabric of half-truths that would have 

 done credit to the most skilled news- 

 gathering reporter. 



He had missed the bundle, yes 

 he had felt it his duty at any cost to 

 find it. He had travelled until it 

 was dark. He was near that old 





