“Say! Look there! Look at John!” exclaimed Hen.
“Hang on to him! Don’t let him get away!” bawled Snoopie.
Spurred by your down-curving pole and your violent endeavors, they scampered madly to your succor.
“Don’t you give him slack!” instructed Snoopie. “He’ll get loose!”
“Don’t bust the pole, either!” warned Hen.
As for you, you were fighting with all your strength. The line was taut, sawing the water, as valiantly you hoisted with the writhing tip. Your antagonist yielded a few inches, only to demand them back again. You were in deadly fear lest the hook would not hold. You hoped that he had swallowed it. But who might tell?
At any rate, you were determined that he should not have a vestige more of line if you could help it.
“Can you feel him?” asked Hen.
“Uh huh,” you panted affirmatively.
“Gimme the pole,” ordered Snoopie.