Though the sky was still overcast, the air at the level of the lake was clear, and one could see a long way. Jack looked out over the lake, now absolutely without a ripple, and saw a few ducks swimming about.
After supper, as there was still a little daylight left, he jointed his rod and began to fish, at first without any success, but casting out into the lake at the point where the brook flowed into it, he got several rises, and hooked a small trout, weighing perhaps a quarter of a pound, which he soon brought to land.
After a while Joe left camp and sauntered out to join Jack. It was the first time that he had seen a trout rod, and when he saw how slender and how limber it was he shook his head and said, “What do you expect to do with that fishing pole?”
“Why,” said Jack, “I want to catch some fish, as I did the other morning.”
“Did you catch them with that pole?” asked Joe.
“Yes,” said Jack, “caught ’em with this, and I hope to catch some more with it.”
“My!” said Joe; “what’s the use of fishing with a little thing like that? You can’t catch any big fish on that. It will break right off. You better let me go back into the willows and cut you a pole that you can catch fish with.”
Jack laughed a little as he replied: “Hold on a bit and see. If any fish will rise I can catch them with this rod if I can catch them at all.”
Joe said nothing, but waited, and presently Jack got a rise from a good trout, and, fortunately, hooked it. The fish was a strong one and darted hither and thither with splendid rushes, sometimes making the reel scream as it took the line, which Jack slowly recovered whenever he could. At times the little rod bent almost double, and more than once Joe said, “Look out, you’re breaking your rod;” but when the fish yielded, the pliant bamboo sprang back and was straight again. At length, tired out, the fish turned on its side and Jack brought it close to the beach and told Joe to go and grasp it by the gills and lift it from the water. Joe did so, and the fish proved to be a splendid great trout that perhaps weighed two pounds. After the fish was saved Joe wanted to look at the rod. He went over it from butt to tip, feeling it between his fingers and muttering to himself in his astonishment that so slight an implement should have caught so big a fish.