A man with a pair of merry brown eyes rose from his chair as the two
travelers entered.
"I am glad to see you, Dr. Swift," he exclaimed heartily, putting out
his hand. "So you are back to the fishing grounds once more!"
"I certainly am, Mr. Croyden, and thankful enough to be here. I've
brought my boy, Theodore, with me this time; Theo, we call him."
Mr. Croyden took the lad's hand cordially.
"I'm glad to see you, youngster," he said. "If you prove half as good
a fisherman as your father the two of you won't leave a trout or
salmon in these waters."
"But I'm not a fisherman at all," Theo confessed. "I never cast a fly
in my life."
"You certainly have come to the right place to learn, then. Your
father has been neglecting your education, I fear. I see there is
something we can teach you."
"I'm afraid there are a good many things," replied Theo modestly.
Mr. Croyden regarded him approvingly.
"That's right, boy," he said kindly. "Never be afraid to learn. We all
are still learning, at least I am; and I will wager your father is,
too."
"A doctor is always learning," assented Theo's father.
"And a business man as well," put in Mr.
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