Bobby Blake at Rockledge School; or, Winning the Medal of Honor

! gurgle! blob! Hel

, he swallowed more of the murky water of the creek th

own fish pole and Fred seized it. In half a minute he was

can l

urning to give his attention t

that stump; the water was agitated.

ing up his pole. "Oh, Fred!

l of a tremble (for he had never caught a trout over a finger long), began to "play" the fish cauti

is breath, began to remov

swimming right now. Gee! I'm wet. And these t

Bobby uttered a yell, for he

. Bobby went over backward on the grass. The point of his pole

g on the hook. As Bobby squealed, the

ff!" shouted Bobby, a

ve thought it and the line had been tied into a hard knot! Fred was

ou got it. You laughed at me, Bobby

. He could see that the j

red. "An old eel. Kill him with a club, Bobby

like a snake," declared Bobby, repeating a boyish

ng the wet shirt off. "I'm aching for

broad grin again, and pointing into the branc

ermen-I don't think!" admi

of his wet clothing, an

hing over the low bushes back from the bank of the creek, where the sun co

" said Bobby, with some impatienc

me folks think. But I'd

trying to keep one foot on the tail-end

ature wound itself up in the line a

chuckled Fred. "There! he's got the hook

e was a flop or two and the wriggling fish got free. The

e said. "I won't try here. If there ever was

old eel made his nest," scoffed

ced Bobby, with confidence. "What do

e landed one fis

in that tree, then!" demanded

n line, and in doing so he shoo

e shouted. "T

into the pool, and with a wi

shermen," scoffed Bobby. "We

e so much noise here that we couldn't c

ks, leaving his wet clothing to dry on the bushes, led the w

erfere with the tips of their poles. The creek was well stocked with sunfish, yellow perch, shiners, and small brook tro

n hour, and both land

hem we can have a fish

ho

e can cl

Meena won't," declared

te, even," for there were five young Martins at Fred's house, besides himself, ranging from the baby who could just t

fire in his stove and pan them for us," sa

haven't caugh

d Bobby. "I got

a hook on the end of it, and strung his three fish. Fred did the same for his

fish grew steadily. It looked, really, as though they would have enough for supper-a

ng the afternoon they ate the rest of the lun

sunburned aga

'm in the shade

l burn as wel

day at Sanders' Pond. Just the same," added Fred, "I'm going into

low. I'll go over with you," dec

the bed of the creek. Bobby came more cautiously, but he did not see the

it bore his full weight, and he had his right foot in the air,

ggle" when he came across but he had leape

der which the action of the water had excavated the sand

d the agitated water splashed higher. His knickerbockers

e grass. "Aren't you clumsy? Now you'll ha

fellow that rock was

ff into the old creek when I was jerking at my li

on again. "They'll dry as good on me, as off," he said. "Now, co

s. Both boys had a nice string of pan-fish when they came to the deep swimming hole, wh

zon. Bobby's trousers were pretty well dried. He put

o dive from and a soft, sandy bottom. No danger here,

d begun to fish. Fred brought the fishing-tackle and the two strings of fish. Th

ard his chum shouting. "Bobby! Bo

uble, Bobby started for the soun

ld on!" he shouted, a

fully arranged his clothing on the low bushes. There wasn't a garmen

matter?" a

returned his chum

clothes gone?"

ch. And your shoes, too.

omebody's

d, very much provoked. "If you had helped me pitch in a

have licked us,"

e'll take the biggest licking he ever took," threatened the wrathful Master Ma