"No, fishing lines with minnows for bait," and Lucy found a pin in her middy blouse and with a narrow pink ribbon drawn mysteriously from somewhere tied to the pin, which she bent into a fine hook, she got ready for the gentle art. A sardine from a sandwich made excellent bait, at least the speckled beauties in that pool thought so as they rose to it greedily. "E--e-ee!" squealed Lucy, flopping an eight-inch trout out on the bank. "I caught a fish! I caught a fish!" "Oh, gimme a pin, please," begged the boys, so Lucy and Lil had to find fish hooks for their cavaliers and more strings and in a short while all of them were eagerly fishing. "I never saw such tame fish in all my life," said Frank. "They are just begging to be caught. It seems not very sporty to hook them in, somehow." "I didn't know there were any trout in these streams. Doctor Wright says there used to be but the natives have about exterminated them. Gee, there's a beaut!" and Skeeter flopped a mate to Lucy's catch out on the grass. "Let's stop fishing and fry these," he suggested, "I'm awfully hungry." "Hungry! Oh, Skeeter! I'm right uneasy about you," teased Lil. "Well, I never did think sandwiches were very filling. Somehow they don't stick to your ribs. Come on, Frank, we can get a fire in no time." "How can we fry anything without lard and a pan?" "Oh, we won't fry, we'll broil." "We, indeed!" sniffed Lucy. "You know mighty well, you boys, that when cooking time comes, Lil and I'll have to do it. I know how to cook fish without a pan--learned in Camp-Fire Girls. Just run a green switch through the gills and lay it across on two pronged sticks stuck up on each side of the fire. You go on and make the fire while Lil and I try to catch some more fish. I wonder what Doctor Wright will say when we tell him we caught game fish with a bent pin tied on lingerie ribbon. He brought up all kinds of rods and reels and flies and whipped the streams for miles around and never caught anything but Helen's veil." The trout seemed to have become sophisticated when two of their number had been caught and refused to be hooked any more with bent pins and lingerie ribbon, although it was pink and very attractive. The fire went out and Lucy and Lil had to try a hand at it before it could be persuaded to burn. "It looks to me like fire-making must be woman's work because they certainly can do it better than us men," said Skeeter solemnly, and the others laughed at him until Lil slipped into the water. Only one foot got wet, however, so there was no harm done. The fire finally burned and the two little fish, after being scaled and cleaned, were strung across on a green wand. Of course the fire had not been allowed to get to the proper state of red embers so the fish were well smoked before they began to cook. "Umm! They smell fine!" cried the famished Skeeter. "They smell mighty like burnt fish to me," said Frank.