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 that belonged to Rogers. He grinned at Rogers then, and said, "They go on a lot easier than they come off, don't they?"

"I told you they would."

"That's right … you did, didn't you?"

"Uh … huh … ready?"

"All ready … watch out fish … here we come. Oh I almost forgot … you said I'd better take some shoes, didn't you, Glenn?"

"I think it would be a good idea."

"So do I. I don't know how long I'll be able to walk in these … I'm not a very good cowboy I'm afraid, but I'll try." And he walked bow-legged to the clothes closet.

They went downstairs and Gaylord suggested some sandwiches. Just in case they didn't catch any fish, he grinned.

"May be a good idea," Rogers said slowly, sorry he had not suggested it himself.

Gaylord talked disjointedly as he buttered the bread, and ran to the refrigerator where he brought out sliced ham, cheese, pickles and sliced salami.

"Can't I help," put in Rogers.

"I've just about got everything under control. Like salami: Oh, yeah, in that drawer are some luncheon cloths, Glenn. You can get one of those out if you will."

"We don't need one."

"We might."

"It'll get dirty."

"So what; it can be washed. We'll have a picnic too. If we catch some fish we can fry them over the fire like they do in the movies. I'll take a skillet and some lard too."

"That would be fun."

"I think it will be too." Gaylord's voice sounded excited.

"How do you know you're going to like fishing, Gay?"

"That's just it," he answered pushing the cloth over the top of the box he had packed. "I don't really know, but at last I'm going to have a chance to find out whether or not I like it … thanks to you."

They left the house and were off to adventure. 307