I adjusted it and handed it back to my lady-companion.
"Try that," I said with a smile.
In dropped the line and out it ran to its full length.
Miss Grant held it taut. Suddenly she gave it a jerk. She stopped in breathless excitement. Then she jerked again.
"Oh, dear me!" she cried anxiously, "there's something on."
"Pull it in," I shouted, "steady,—not too quickly."
Immediately thereafter, a fine, two-pound trout lay flopping in the bottom of the boat.
"Just think of that," cried my fair troller, "my first fish! And all by moving up a foolish little hook an inch or so."
Her eyes were agleam. She chatted on and on almost without ceasing, almost without thinking, so excited and absorbed did she become in the sport.
Back went the line, and in it came again with another wriggling, shining trout.