'"No, Sir," I answered.
'"It's because you're anchored; it doesn't do in this river, and you're in the wrong place. I'll take you to a better."
'So He rowed me further down the river towards the sea.
'"Is your line clear of weed?" He asked.
'And I looked and said, "Yes, Sir."
'"Do you ever breathe on your hooks?"
'"No, Sir, is it any good?"
'"Well, those old fishermen always say it's better, why don't you try it?"
'So I did, and I began to catch. Then The Man said,—
'"What about My other fishing?" And at first I didn't answer, because He had mentioned it to me before, and I wanted to refuse, but His eyes compelled me, for all they were so gentle, so I said,—