As Dan drew in the line and again baited the hook Walter laughed as he said: “Oh, well, Dan, I’ll soon get the trick of it again. You must remember that we don’t fish very much in the streets of New York.”
“So I hear,” quietly responded Dan as he handed back the fishing-rod.
“This time I’ll be careful, Dan,” continued Walter, as he resumed his seat and let out his line again, while his oarsman sent the skiff more swiftly ahead.
“You’ll get it next time.”
“Let us hope so. Dan, how is the Rodman nine this summer?”
“Pretty fair. We have a game to-morrow.”
“Who is to be the victim?”
“I’ll tell you later about that.”
“What nine do you play?”
“The nine from Benson.”