Timpochee’s image on the water surface moved as he moved, opened its mouth as he opened his.
With a start, another image appeared. That of his brother, Cornstalk, who had been fishing only a few hands upstream.
“Why are you watching me?” whispered Cornstalk. "Am I doing something wrong?”
“You don’t seem concerned the fish seem to be moving upstream faster than usual,” Timpoochee said.
“I didn’t notice,” answered Cornstalk. “But, then, I’m not as quick as Timpoochee.”
“Quiet,” said Timpochee. “This is no time for a fight. Something is not right here.”