The Man from Bar-20
"I ain't shore; but first you want an axe. Come on; well saunter aroun' an' pick things out as they hit our eye. Here's th' axe—double bitted, six-pounder."
"Too big," chuckled Pop. "There ain't none of them there redwood trees out here; they're in Californy."
"Huh!" grunted Charley. "Mebbyso; but that's a good axe."
"Pop's right; it's too heavy," decided Johnny. "An' I don't want it double bitted because I may want to drive stakes with it."
"All right," said Charley, who had hoped to at last get rid of the big axe. "Here's a three-pounder—'Little Gem'—an' it shore is. All right; now for th' next article."
In half an hour the outfit was assembled and they were turning to leave the store when Johnny suddenly grabbed his companions. "What about some fish-hooks?" he demanded anxiously.
Charley rubbed his head reflectively. "I think mebby I got some; don't remember throwin' 'em away. There was some with feathers, an' some without; plain hooks, an' flies. Brought 'em with me when I first came out here, an' never used 'em. Ought to have some line, too; an' a reel somewheres. I'll hunt 'em up an' put 'em with yore duffle. You can cut yoreself a pole. They'll be a little present from me."
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