“Willie, hurry up!” said he, with an eager look on his face, as if it were one
again.
“There,” said he, trying the pole, “that's a reg'lar stun-lifter. I can sass 'em back now. Put on the hook an' line.”
In a moment he gave his bait a fling, and assumed that alert and eager attitude so familiar to me.
“Tut, tut!” said he, with a lively twitch. “I dare ye to do it ag'in.”
Soon the rod sprang upward, and a wriggling trout rose in the air, swung above the head of Uncle Eb, and fell to the earth behind him.
“There, by gravy! that's what I call fun,” said he. “No, I don't want to torment 'em there 'n the water; 'taint fair. I'd ruther fetch 'em right out.”