“I’ve got a fish! I’ve got a fish!” she shouted.
There was no doubt but she had. Something under the water was fast to the hook on her line and was darting to and fro, making the cord cut through the little waves.
“Pull in! Pull in!” cried Uncle Ben.
“Oh, oh!” shrieked Lola, and she pulled and she pushed, but most of all she waved her pole in the air—she was so excited, you see—and she was just about to drop her pole, when her brother grabbed it.
“You’ll lose your fish if you don’t pull it in!” he exclaimed.
“All right, you do it!” gasped his sister. And Tom was very ready to do this.
With a quick jerk of the pole he raised it in the air. The line came up with it, and there, dangling from the hook, and squirming about in the sun, the water dripping from it, was rather a large fish.
“Oh, I caught the first one! I caught the first one! I did!” cried Lola, clapping her hands.
“Yes, but I had to help you!” said Tom, as he landed the fish in the bottom of the boat, where it flapped about.
“Well, we both caught it, then,” said Lola, with a laugh. “We can write and tell mother we each caught half a fish.”