Without a word, Polly carefully cast her fly far out upon the smooth
surface of the sparkling water. Then flashes deep down, and in
incredibly short time a large speckled trout rose to the bait, and
Polly felt her nerves tauten with the excitement of the sportsman.
Eleanor held her breath for fear the trout would disappear.
Polly landed that one, weighing at least three pounds, then caught two
more, weighing about two pounds each.
"Guess these will be enough for this noon. No use catching more than we
need!" remarked Polly, coming back to Eleanor's side.
The girls hastened down the rocks and brought the fish over to the
place where Polly expected to find a good fire burning.
"Why, I don't see any fire--didn't you build one for the fish?" cried
Polly.
"You didn't tell us to! Anyway, what would we make it with--no matches
and no kindlings!" replied Barbara.
"Can't you girls start fire with flint--or some sticks?" asked Polly,
curiously.
"The only fire I can light is with a safety match and the valve of a
gas-stove!" replied Barbara, quaintly.
The others considered her remark very funny and Polly promised to teach
them how to make a fire with two sticks only!
"Do it now, and fry the fish for us!" said Eleanor.
"No, it will be too late for us to begin all that now. We had better
wait until supper-time. We really ought to be on the trail by this
time," said Polly.
"Child alive! You don't intend being out in the woods at supper-time,
do you?" gasped Barbara, fearfully.
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