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"Pirates!" he exclaimed. "Just what I thought. What's the use my leasin' the pearl fer a mile along here if anybody can come and camp, and go to work, right alongside o' me? If old farmer Snider, that owns this land, hadn't gone to town I'd have the law on ye. Me payin' my money in and gettin' no protection. Fishin's rotten, too!"
Without another word the sausage legs made off with the plum-duff head, which had no sooner got outside the door than it began to let out in dislocated fragments, from a mouth that gradually expanded until it reached from ear to ear, "Away, away! we'll go a-fishin', a-fishin', a-fishin'; away, away! we'll go a-sailin', a-sailin', a-sailin'; away, away! we'll all be jolly, jolly, jolly, we'll all be jolly"; and so on until the sausage legs had carried the plum-duff head and the refrain together so far down among the trees, towards the water, that all the other "jollys" and the sailin's and the "fishin's," and the rest of it, were blown clean away by the wind.
"Dry-fly fishin's my specialty," he said bitterly, "but no thank you! When I'm pittin' myself against a trout, it's my private purpose to be a better fisherman than he's a fish. Usin' what you've got would be like dynamitin' a stream. No sport in that! No! But this Big Jake, he doesn't act sporting with the public. I'd give a lot to stop him." "You'd get no credit for it," said Brink.
He asked one more question. "Was he young or old?" "Don't know," said Will, grinning. "He didn't say." Garrison rose to go. "This is all of the utmost importance. I may be obliged to have you come down to New York if I can find the man. But when you come it will be at my expense." "The fishin's awful good right now," objected Will. "I don't know about New York."
"Don't get caught out," she said apathetically. "I won't." Lance lifted the lace frill of the cap and kissed her temple lightly. "Go back to bed. It's too early for you to be up." At the stable Sam Pretty Cow looked a question, grunted and went on with his stall cleaning. Lance saddled Coaley, tied on an emergency ration of grub. "Fishin's good t'day. Storm's coming.
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