"We've just got to catch that big one," she laughed, "so Mr.
Baumberger can go home and attend to his own business!" It took
imagination to feel sure there had been a significant accent on
the last of the sentence, and Baumberger must have been
imaginative. He lowered his head like a bull meditating assault,
and his leering eyes shot her a glance of inquiry and suspicion.
But Miss Georgie Howard met his look with a smile that was
nothing more than idle amusement.
"I'd like nothing better than to get that four-pounder on my
line," she added. "It would be the joke of the season--if a
woman caught him."
"Bet you couldn't land him," chuckled Baumberger, breathing a
sigh which might have been relief, and ambled away contentedly."I
may not see you folks again till supper," he bethought him to
call back. "I'm going to catch a dozen more--and then I thought
I'd take 'em up to Pete Hamilton; I'm using his horse, yuh see,
and--" He flung out a hand to round off the sentence, turned, and
went stumbling over a particularly rocky place.
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