CHAPTER TEN
"Amazing how a guy can work up such a hunger just fishing," Pete said as he and John walked through the shading trees from the stream.
"Uh-huh-especially when you consider the fact that we did even less than that. One damn fish. Good grief, what a pair of fishermen we are."
"We had nothing to do with it, John. Not our fault the fish aren't biting today. It happens."
John only grunted in reply; a self-made man with self-created wealth like Pete Seaver wasn't one to accept much in the way of criticism, even merely implied criticism. Besides, he was probably right.
"It's the women who were the smart ones," Alston said. "Oops, sorry."
He'd let go a little bush too soon and it had slapped across Beaver's legs.
"No sweat," Pete said. "Yeah. Coming up here to the woods, though,
