said the fat white grub to the new spoon hook,

with a cynical smile and a scornful look:

"pray accept my very best wishes.

it is true you dazzle their eyes, i suppose,

but the fact remains, as every one knows,

that i am the food for fishes."

—lay of the minstrel pike.

toots sat on the smooth top of a boulder on the river bank, gazing deep down into the pool at his feet. the pool was shaded by the overhanging branches of a cottonwood tree. the warm air was filled with the fragrance of the country. it had painted the boy's cheeks a healthy brown, and caused him to thrill with a sense of strength that was new and delightful. the good [pg 92]surgeon's promise was fulfilled; toots' leg was now as straight as that of any boy, and no longer was it burdened by the weight of iron straps. concerning the iron straps he had just one regret; when he returned to his friends, the menial people, would mahmoud be able to recognize him, thus bereft of those symbols of their affinity? he would soon know, for he and the princess—whose guest toots was at her father's country home during the period of his convalescence—were to return in a few days.

the princess played beside a little brook

near where toots sat, the princess played beside a little brook that gurgled over its bed of cobble-stones. she was amusing herself poking the end of a stick under the stones in the bed of the brook. occasionally a crawfish would dart out backward, glare at her savagely with its beady eyes and snap its clumsy claws at the stick, whereupon [pg 93]the princess would utter a ladylike little shriek and retire to another part of the brook. suddenly she clapped her hands and exclaimed:

"oh, here comes reginald!"

the princess ran to meet a trim, precise looking young man in a linen helmet, canvas coat and trousers and a pair of high boots, who was coming down the steep bank with a beautiful new rod and reel on his shoulder. slung across the other shoulder was a large bag. this was to put his fish in—when he had caught them. toots never moved from his seat on the boulder.

[pg 94]

"now, if you children will keep quiet," said reginald, as he fastened a brilliant contrivance of scarlet feathers and glittering silver on the end of his slender silken line, "we shall have fried pike for supper."

"i'd rather have pickerel, if you please," said toots.

"pickerel never bite at this time of day," answered reginald, with authority. he stepped to the water's edge, where the brook entered the river, and raised his rod. swish! went the delicate bit of bamboo through the air, the reel whizzed and the silken line shot far down the stream. when the glittering bauble at its end struck the water, reginald wound up the reel slowly, anxiously watching the tip of the rod. toots and the princess looked on in silence, the princess because of her admiration for the natty figure, and toots out of politeness. but the boy had small respect for reginald's abilities as a fisherman. farmer john, with his crooked old pole and grubs for bait, was toots' ideal in the fishing line. besides, john had told him about the pickerel family whose home was in this same pool.

[pg 95]

[pg 96]

elephants

suddenly the princess exclaimed: "oh, here comes reginald!"

[pg 97]

yes, john's story must be quite true, for now as he turned his gaze from the unprofitable fisherman back to the pool, toots was sure he could see shadowy figures floating in and out among the rocks. certainly there was grandfather pickerel, the patriarch of the family. toots could see him now quite plainly. he was having a domestic discussion with two other pickerel who bore a strong family resemblance to him.

fish

"they must be father and mother pickerel," thought toots.

[pg 98]

darting about near by, toots could see the whole brood of young pickerels. they were of all sizes, from big brother pickerel, who was nearly as large as his father, down to baby pickerel, who was hardly larger than a minnow. suddenly toots realized that something of unusual importance was going on at the bottom of the pool, for as his eyes grew more accustomed to the wavering lights and shadows in the water, he could see, swimming about in the near neighborhood of the pickerel family, a whole troop of collateral relations. he recognized uncle pike by his fierce look and by the way he ordered the other relations about. toots knew aunt bass by her plump figure and the bright silver suit she wore. she was swimming here and there, conversing amiably with everybody. miss catfish, a distant and poor relation, was lingering [pg 99]modestly in the background. nobody seemed to be paying any attention to her except big brother pickerel, who kept edging over in her direction, only to be pursued, reprimanded and driven back to the inner family circle by mother pickerel. toots felt that revelations of the utmost significance were impending. he hardly dared to breathe. just then his observations were interrupted by the shrill voice of the [pg 100]princess: "toots! toots! john's coming!"

pwit-pwit

this was different. toots scrambled down from the boulder and ran to meet the big man with the tattered straw hat who was approaching with his crooked fish-pole on his shoulder. in one hand john carried a rusty oyster can which appeared to be full of dirt. toots stuck his fingers into the dirt and brought something white to the surface.

"they're grubs," he exclaimed delightedly. "now we shall have fried pickerel for supper."

reginald was reeling in his line. his face wore a look of discontent.

"don't seem to have much appetite for red feathers to-day, do they?" said john, as he stuck a grub on his hook and dropped it into the pool.

reginald muttered something between his [pg 101]teeth, and walked toward the rock where the princess was standing. she gave him a look of consolation. toots was clambering up beside her. it was a good place from which to watch john.

"go away," said the princess, drawing her short skirts about her. "go away; you smell of grubs."

but she held out her hand to reginald and smiled on him in her most fascinating manner. toots went and stood by the side of john. at that moment the big man gave a sharp tug at the crooked pole, and a shining pickerel over a foot long lay flopping on the stones. toots viewed the fish at close range with bulging eyes, and said:

"why, i know him. it's the father of the little pickerels."

"that so?" said john, sticking another grub on his hook and dropping it into the [pg 102]pool again. "well, we'll eat him fried for supper just the same."

toots' lip quivered. "where will the little pickerels get another father?" he asked.

"they don't need any," said john. "grandfather pickerel will look after them. he's a wise old chap. nobody's going to get a chance to fry him in a hurry. i've hooked him half a dozen times, but i've never had a chance to fry him yet."

"did he get away?" asked toots.

"well, i should say he did. you never see more than the tip of the old sinner's nose. when he's given you a glimpse of that, he bites off the line and flops back into his hole."

toots reflected for several moments, and then inquired: "what becomes of the hook, john?"

"oh, he swallows the hook," answered the [pg 103]big man, testily. "his stomach must be half full of old iron by this time."

this was an interesting situation. toots turned it over in his mind slowly. presently his attention was diverted by an exclamation from john.

"durn his skin!" the big man was saying. "blest if i don't believe i've got him again!"

john's line was being dragged frantically about in the pool. the pole bent and splashed in the water. the big man's hat came off. reginald and the princess interrupted their flirtation to join toots beside the pool.

"out of the way, you folks!" shouted john. "give me room. i'm going to land the old sinner this time, or know the reason why."

all at once the crooked pole snapped in two, and john fell backward with his [pg 104]heels in the air. the next instant he had dashed into the pool up to his shoulders, and seized the small end of the pole, to which the line was attached.

the big man stepped out of the water

"reel him in, why don't you?" sang out reginald, laughing.

"reel nothing," said john, wrathfully, from the middle of the pool. "the only way to get this fish out is to jump on his back and ride him out."

john concluded to compromise by leading him out. he had wound several yards of the line about his arm, and was wading toward the shore. the fish was suspiciously quiet. the big man stepped out of the water and drew in the line, [pg 105]hand over hand. toots could see the dim outlines of the fish as he allowed himself to be drawn toward the water's edge. suddenly he clapped his hands and cried out gleefully:

"i know him! i know him! it's grandfather pickerel."

"so do i know him," said john. "just you wait till i get my hands on him."

at length grandfather pickerel's long, sharp nose appeared above the water. the big man stepped back ready for one long, strong pull at the right instant. the wary old fish opened his lean jaws to their full width, and brought them together with a vicious snap. it was at exactly the right moment. once more john lay on his back with his heels in the air, while grandfather pickerel glided with much dignity into the depths of the pool.

[pg 106]

"now, if you had had my rod and reel," said reginald, "you could have—"

"your rod and reel be durned," said john, as he picked up the fish lying on the stones, and started up the bank with it. "if ever that old sinner gets hold of your rod and reel, he'll make toothpicks of 'em."