and use grubs and
worms after the fish refuse the fly, is to be pitied, that's all,"
laughed Frank.

"Hey! That's a dandy, all right! See him jump, will you? Wow! He's all
of two pounds, and as strong as an ox! I hope the leader holds. It's
been frayed some by rubbing over rocks in the past. Please pick up that
landing-net and attend to the beauty, if I can coax him close enough,
Frank."

Frank landed not only that beauty, but several more, ere he wandered off
to do something else. Jerry kept on fishing until he could not get
another bite, by which time he had quite a nice string of the speckled
beauties.

"Perhaps enough for a decent meal; though if Bluff develops his usual
appetite, the rest of us would go hungry. I wonder if a fellow mightn't
have some luck up above the falls? Guess I'll make a shift to try," he
said to himself.

The last view he had of the camp showed him Reddy amusing Bluff by
making flying tosses of his rope and lassoing all sorts of objects, from
the hat on the head of the admiring witness, to something tossed up in
the air.

Jerry labored up the hillside until he finally came to where he could
look down at the water as it shot over the edge. It fell with a great
deal of noise, striking the rocks below in many places with terrific
force.

"Ugh! It would just about bang a fellow to pieces to drop over there,"
he remarked, commencing to move upstream, looking for a promising place
to begin his fishing operations.

Presently he discovered a log that jutted out over the swift current.
From this outlook he believed he could allow his bait to float down into
an eddy that looked as though it might be the home of a big hermit
trout.

Jerry tested the log as he cautiously advanced. He realized that he was
taking some chances in creeping out to its furthest end, but so far as
he could ascertain it seemed to be firm enough.

Straddling the log, he started to get his baited hook in motion. The
wriggling worms sank a little in the swirl. At first, he was unable to
just master the difficult problem of how to influence the bait to float
into the eddy. Twice he failed to accomplish this, but studying the
rushing stream a little, he fancied that by a certain throw in the start
he could gain his end.

Sure enough, it worked, and like a charm. The baited hook was drawn back
into the foam-flecked eddy, and he saw it vanish from view. Then came a
most tremendous jerk, that almost caused him to lose hi