"
"Can't you fix some way?" asked Mary.
"I'll try," answered Dannie.
"And in the manetime, I'd just be givin' it twinty off me dandy
little reel, and away goes me with Mr. Bass," said Jimmy. "I must
take it to town and have its picture took to sind the Thrid Man."
And that was the last straw. Dannie had given up being allowed to
touch the rod, and was on his way to unhitch his team and do the
evening work. The day had been trying and just for the moment he
forgot everything save that his longing fingers had not touched
that beautiful little fishing rod.
"The Boston man forgot another thing," he said. "The Dude who
shindys 'round with those things in pictures, wears a damn, dinky,
little pleated coat!"
Chapter VIII
WHEN THE BLACK BASS STRUCK
"Lots of fish down in the brook,
All you need is a rod, and a line, and a hook,"
HUMMED Jimmy, still lovingly fingering his possessions.
"Did Dannie iver say a thing like that to you before?" asked Mary.
"Oh, he's dead sore," explained Jimmy. "He thinks he should have
had a jinted rod, too."
"And so he had," replied Mary. "You said yoursilf that you might
have killed that man if Dannie hadn't showed you that you were wrong."
"You must think stuff like this is got at the tin-cint store," said Jimmy.
"Oh, no I don't!" said Mary. "I expect it cost three or four dollars."
"Three or four dollars," sneered Jimmy. "All the sinse a woman has!
Feast your eyes on this book and rade that just this little reel
alone cost fifteen, and there's no telling what the rod is worth.
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