There's a longhandled net to land things
with that goes with those rods. He'd better sent ye one. Now you'll
have to jump into the river and land a fish by hand if ye hook it."
"That's true!" cried Mary. "Here's one in a picture."
She had snatched the book from Jimmy. He snatched it back.
"Be careful, you'll tear that!" he cried. "I was just going to say
that I would get some fine wire or mosquito bar and make one."
Dannie's fingers were itching to take the rod, if only for an
instant. He looked at it longingly. But Jimmy was impervious. He
whipped it softly about and eagerly read from the book.
"Tells here about a man takin' a fish that weighed forty pounds
with a pole just like this," he announced. "Scat! Jumpin'
Jehosophat! What do you think of that!"
"Couldn't you fish turn about with it?" inquired Mary.
"Na, we couldna fish turn about with it," answered Dannie. "Na with
that pole. Jimmy would throw a fit if anybody else touched it. And
he's welcome to it. He never in this world will catch the Black
Bass with it. If I only had some way to put juist fifteen feet more
line on my pole, I'd show him how to take the Bass to-morrow. The
way we always have come to lose it is with too short lines. We have
to try to land it before it's tired out and it's strong enough to
break and tear away. It must have ragged jaws and a dozen pieces of
line hanging to it, fra both of us have hooked it time and again.
When it strikes me, if I only could give it fifteen feet more line,
I could land it.
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