CHUB TRIES A NEW BAIT
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“Caught it and cooked it, of course. Say, he was a dandy! He was as long—”
“Never mind about that,” laughed Roy. “You wash the dishes just the same. You were to bring the fish home, you know.”
“Well, but I had to have something to eat, didn’t I?” asked Chub, with a grin.
“That wasn’t in the bargain,” answered Dick. “You’re dish-washer to-night.” Chub stepped aboard, reached under his coat, and laid his trout on the railing.
“Is that so, Dickums?” he asked quickly. The others stared a moment. Then,
“Great Scott!” murmured Dick.
“You win,” sighed Roy.
