'Gerald, look at your line,' cried Harry, springing forward, and Gerald pulled in a haddock, while Allan and Hamish steadied the boat, which had been set rocking by Harry's sudden movement. It was a beautiful evening, and the fish were taking well, but sport was spoiled by the incapacity of the Grahams to keep still. If Harry hooked a fish Gerald sprang up to look, and if any one else had a take Harry pranced backwards and forwards until it was drawn on board. At last Hamish suggested that it was time to row to the Pirates' Island and have tea in the Den. 'Yes, I think so,' said Marjorie, somewhat irritably. 'I've had my ankles tripped over quite often enough as it is.' 'And I've been _trying_ to keep my feet out of the way,' said Tricksy, rather dolefully, 'but one has to put them somewhere, you know.' 'Have you been so uncomfortable?' said Harry, looking round with serene unconsciousness; 'Hamish's boots _are_ rather big.' A smile travelled round the group as the lines were hastily wound up. 'You'll feel better after tea,' said Hamish soothingly. The sun was already low when they landed, and Marjorie and Tricksy went into the cottage at once to get tea ready while Reggie fetched peats, and Allan and Hamish lingered behind to secure the Craft. The Grahams, finding themselves with no special duties, wandered aimlessly about, getting into the way of the busy people. 'We've had a jolly fine take, haven't we?' said Harry, sauntering up to Reggie, who was busy at the peat-stack. 'Not bad,' said Reggie briefly. 'Here, take an armful of these, will you, and carry them into the house.' Harry carried in the peats and set them down by the fire-place, where Marjorie was busy frying fish, while Tricksy was making bannocks at the table. 'I say, Marjorie,' began Harry, 'we've had fine sport, haven't we?' 'Yes,' replied Marjorie absently. Harry looked at the two girls, who went on quietly and busily with their work. 'I caught as many as Allan, didn't I?' he began again. 'I'm sure I don't know,' said Marjorie indifferently. She was tired and the peat smoke was making her eyes smart, and it irritated her to see Harry doing nothing. 'But surely you kept count,' persisted Harry; 'I caught more than Hamish, anyhow.' 'I wasn't looking,' said Marjorie. 'If you caught more than Hamish to-day it was more than you do when you go trout fishing. I wish you would go away now, Harry, and not talk to me until tea is ready.' 'Let her alone, Harry,' remonstrated Gerald, who had followed his brother into the hut; but Harry was in a teasing mood and Marjorie's reply had stung him. 'Cross patch!' he muttered, giving her elbow a shove. Marjorie had not been prepared for the movement, which jerked some of the fish into the fire. In an instant she turned round and pinned Harry against the wall, while her eyes blazed. 'Harry! you struck a lady!--Apologise!' 'No, I won't,' muttered Harry, struggling to free himself. His arms were held as in a vice.