“I can try any time. I want you to learn now. Look here! you see those stepping-stones leading out to that big block?”
“What! right out there in the rushing water?”
“Yes; that’s a splendid stand.”
“She’s a coot stand, a ferry coot stand,” said Tavish. “She’s caught manny a coot fush there.”
“But it looks so dangerous,” pleaded Max.
“Nonsense!”
“But suppose I fell in?”
“Then Tavvy would fish you out with the gaff. Now don’t be a coward. Go out there, and try and throw your fly just over that big rock close in-shore. See where I mean?”
“Yes, I see,” said Max dolefully; “but I shall never do it.”
“You won’t without you try,” cried Kenneth. “Now go out, and keep on trying to throw till you make the fly fall on the other side of that big block.”