He took up his glass once more; and feeling himself to be dismissed, Will went back to his seat, and would have taken the oar, but Dick wanted to learn how to row, and would not give it up.
“Go and help my brother catch another bass,” he said; so rather unwillingly the lad went to where Arthur was diligently dragging the whiffing-line through the water.
“Don’t you get any bites, sir?” said Will.
“No. I don’t think there are many fish hero now,” said Arthur haughtily.
“But there are a few,” said Will smiling. “Did you put on a good bait?”
“Good bait!” said Arthur, looking at his questioner in a half-offended tone.
“Yes, you must have a good lask on your hook, or the fish will not rise at it.”
“Why, I’ve got the same hook on that my brother used when he caught that fish.”
“Let me look,” said Will quietly.
Arthur frowned, and would have declined, but Will did not wait for permission, and drew in the line till he came to the lead, lifted it carefully inboard, and then hauled up the hook.