Good Indian

port. Women, he maintained, were very much like trout; and so, when this particular woman calmly turned her back upon the smile cast at her, he did not linger there anglin

s, glancing up from the absorbing last chapter of "The Brokenhearted Bride," also received a nod, and returned it apathetically. Pete Hamilton, however, got

h a peacock-bodied gray hackle that I revised to suit my own notions-and, by the great immortal Jehosaphat, he looked like a whale when he jumped up

trout-fly snagged in the mouthpiece. "Now, how did that fly come there?" he asked aggrievedly, while he released it daintily for all his fingers looked so fat an

, too. Good mind to try it on the big one. Don't see how I didn't miss it out of my book-I must be getting absent-minded. Sign of old age, that. Failing powers and the like." He shook his head reprovi

ives to a cherished thing, and very carefully placed the fly upon the page where it belonged; gazed gloatingly down at th

ong? You better. Plenty of-ah-snake medicine," he hinted, chuckling so that the whole, deep chest of him vibrated. "No? Well, you can let me have a horse, I suppose-tha

easily for real affection while he announced that he was going to beg supper and a bed at the ranch, and wanted to

atter," Jack assured him carelessly. "Go on down

"is the pleasure of eating my fish at your house. There ain't another man, woman, or child in all Idaho can fry trout like

oked upon Baumberger with something of the awed admiration which he would bestow upon the President, h

d his laziness would permit, and waited in the doorway until Saunders had,

uses, now. I'm going to stay over that long, anyhow. Promised myself three good days-maybe more. A man's got to break away from his work once in a while. If I didn't, life wouldn't be worth living. I'm willing to grind-but I'v

ce is ready for me-so long, Peter, t

well, which included every living thing within sight of him, and went away up the narrow, winding trail through the sagebrus

e Hart ranch, and found there the welcome which he had count

; his fishing-basket lying on its flat side close to his chair, his rod leaning against the house at his elbow, his heavy pipe dragging down one corner of his loose-lipped mouth;