Then, one night, some scamp stole my suit, and I had to buy these
from one of the workmen. I got 'em cheap, but they aren't much
good," and Tommy smiled grimly as he surveyed the dilapidated
garments.
At fishing the boys were highly successful. Snap caught the first
fish---a good-sized perch---and the doctor's son followed with a
fine pickerel. Then came Whopper with another pickerel. For a
while Giant caught nothing.
"What's the matter, Giant?" queried Snap. "You are usually our
best angler."
"Oh, wait; I haven't begun yet," returned the small youth.
Scarcely had he spoken when he felt a tug and commenced to play a
fish with vigor. That it was a large specimen of the finny tribe
was evident by the way the rod bent and the line snapped and hummed.
"Look out, or you'll lose him!" cried Whopper excitedly.
"Let Giant alone---he knows how to play any fish," said Snap.
"That's what!" added the doctor's son.
The others forgot their lines in watching Giant. Up came the line
for fifty feet, and then out it would rush. But at last he
commenced to reel in steadily, and then, with a swing, he lifted
his catch bodily and allowed it to drop on the grass, where it
flounced and flopped vigorously for a moment.
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