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 just long enough to get his sister and bring her over to see that big fish. He had boasted that it was bigger than any fish she ever had caught. Now there wasn't a trace of it anywhere.

His sister tossed her head. "I don't believe you caught a big fish at all," said she.

"But I tell you I did," protested her brother. "I caught him and I left it right here."

"Then where is it?" demanded his sister.

But this the young Otter couldn't say. He wished he could. He had a queer and most uncomfortable feeling. It made him uneasy. Actually it made him afraid. He didn't know what he