“Oh, bother! There were plenty of fish up there, only they had been having a good feed, and wouldn’t rise.”
The boy hurried off to where his long, limber, trout rod was resting on three hooks, all ready with winch, taper line, and cast, under the eaves of the mill-shed nearest to the water.
“What flies are you going to try?” said Josh.
“Oh, black gnats.”
“No, I wouldn’t,” said Josh. “Red spinner is the one for to-night.”
“Ah, to be sure! Have you got any?”
“Have you?”
“Not one; but you have, or else you would not have proposed them.”
“Come on; but I say, doesn’t it look black!” said Josh.
“Yes, we shall have some rain to-night, I think,” said Will; “and if it does come down and Bad Manners gets wet, he’ll think it another trick!”