So they sat under a tree to watch until in the clean pool formed they could see little fish gathering. Then the boys lay on the banks and tried to catch them with their hands, and succeeded in getting a few. Mr. Tower suggested they should make pools, one on each side of the creek, for their fish, so they eagerly went to work. They pushed and slapped each other, they fought over the same stone, but each constructed with his own hands a stone and mud enclosed pool in which to pen his fish. They were really interested in what they were doing, they really worked, also soon they were really tired, they were really hungry. With imperative voice they demanded food. "You forget what your father told you at breakfast," said Mr. Tower. "He knew you were coming to the country where you couldn't get food. William and I are not hungry. We want to catch these little fish, and see who can get the most. We think it's fun. We can't take the car back until your father said to come." "You take us back right now, and order meat, and cake, and salad and ice cream, lots of it!" stormed James. "I have to obey your father!" said Mr. Tower. "I just hate fathers!" cried James. "I'll wager you do!" conceded Mr. Tower. James stared open mouthed. "I can see how you feel," said Mr. Tower companionably. "When a fellow has been coddled by nurses all his life, has no muscle, no appetite except for the things he shouldn't have, and never has done anything but silly park-playing, it must be a great change to be out with men, and doing as they do." Both boys were listening, so he went on: "But don't feel badly, and don't waste breath hating. Save it for the grand fun we are going to have, and next time good food is before you, eat like men. We don't start back for an hour yet; see which can catch the most fish in that time." "Where is Lucette?" demanded James. "Gone back to her home across the ocean; you'll never see her again," said Mr. Tower. "Wish I could a-busted her head before she went!" said James regretfully. "No doubt," laughed Mr. Tower. "But break your own and see how it feels before you try it on any one else." "I wish I could break yours!" cried James angrily. "No doubt again," agreed the tutor, "but if you do, the man who takes my place may not know how to make bows and arrows, or build dams, or anything that's fun, while he may not be so patient as I am." "Being hungry ain't fun," growled Malcolm. "That's your own fault," Mr. Tower reminded him. "You wouldn't eat. That was a good breakfast." "Wasn't a thing Lucette gave us!" scoffed James. "But you don't like Lucette very well," said Mr. Tower. "After you've been a man six months, you won't eat cake for breakfast; or much of it at any time." "Lucette is never coming back?" marvelled Malcolm. "Never!" said Mr. Tower conclusively. "How soon are we going home?" demanded James. "Never!" replied Mr. Tower. "You are going to live where you were last night, after this."