“She mustn’t splash the watter,” said Tavish sententiously.
“Scare the salmon away. Now then, try and throw.”
Max made a clumsy effort; the line whistled through the air, and Tavish gave a violent start.
“She nearly hookit her in the nose!” he cried.
Max stopped short, looking horribly perplexed; but Kenneth urged him on.
“Try again,” he said. “Like that, and that, and that. It’s easy enough. Try and throw the fly lightly right away from you.”
Max tried and tried, but with very indifferent success, Tavish making him very nervous by shaking his head from time to time.
“No, no! not that way; this way!” cried Kenneth.
Max tried again.
“Now she’s trying to hook her in the eye,” muttered the forester, moving out of range.