“I thought you were fishing,” remarked Glenn.
“So I am,” replied Joe; “and I’ve had the greatest luck you ever heard of.”
“Well, tell me your success.”
“I had a bite,” continued he, “in less than three minutes after I threw in my hook. It was a wapper! When he took hold I let him play about awhile with a slack line, to be certain and get it well fixed in his mouth. But when I went to draw up, the monster made a splash or two, and then whizzed out into the middle of the river!”
“Where was the hook?” asked Glenn.
“In his mouth, to be sure,” replied Joe.
“And the line?”
“Fast to the rod.”
“And the rod?”
“Fast to the line!” said Joe, “and following the fish at the rate of ten knots, while I stood on the bank staring in utter astonishment.”