"What is it?" asked Mr. Bobbsey.
"There's that boy--Will Watson!" spoke Nan. "You know--the one who
liked our boat so," and she pointed to the strange lad who worked for
Mr. Hardee. The boy was walking along the shore of the creek, a fish
pole over his shoulder.
"Oh, let's ask him how to catch fish!" proposed Bert. "We haven't had
any luck at all!"
CHAPTER XI
THE MEAN MAN
Certainly it seemed a good place to fish, in Lemby Creek, for there
were many shady pools near the banks--pools that looked as though fish
swam in them, just waiting to be caught.
As Harry and Bert looked more closely at the boy Nan had pointed out
to them, they saw that he carried a string of fish, as well as the
pole.
"Oh, he's caught some!" cried Bert. "Let's ask how he does it."
"And where he caught them," suggested Harry.
"I will," agreed Bert. "Hey there, Will!" he called. "Where'd you get
the fish?"
The farm boy, who had seen the houseboat, and who was hurrying toward
her, waved his hand as Bert called to him. Then, as he came nearer
across the green meadow through which the creek ran, he shouted:
"Plenty of fish all around you. Just throw in from the boat, and
you'll get all you want."
"What kind of bait do you use?" asked Mr. Bobbsey, for neither Bert
nor Harry had thought to inquire about that, and the right kind of
bait is as much needed in catching fish, as is water itself.
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