with your lanky shadow across the water?"
Will was up in arms instantly.
"Do 'e think I doan't knaw my business? Theer 's my shadder 'pon the bank a mile behind you; an' I didn't ope my mouth till you'd fished the stickle to the bottom and missed two rises."
This criticism angered the elder man, and he freed his tailfly fiercely from the rush-head that held it.
"Mind your own affairs and get out of my sight, whoever you are. This river's not what it used to be by a good deal. Over-fished and poached, and not looked after, I'll swear."
Thus, in ignorance, the sportsman uttered words of all most like to set Will Blanchard's temper loose--a task sufficiently easy at the best of times.
"What the hell d' you knaw 'bout the river?" he flamed out. "And as to 'my affairs,' 't is my affairs, an' I be water-bailiff, an' I'll thank you for the number of your ticket--so now then!"
"What's become of Morgan?" asked the other.
"He 'm fust, I be second; and 't is my job