After unwinding the line Sally propped herself up on her knees, then gave the bright nickel spinner a fling well out over the dusky blue waters. She drew it in, slowly at first, then faster and faster.
“Ah!” he murmured. “I see you are a fisherman.”
“Not an expert,” was her modest comment, “My father loves to fish. I go with him to the lakes sometimes. We cast for pike and bass and sometimes a big land-locked salmon.”
“Then there’s a battle.”
“A wonderful battle. I love it!”
She gave the spinner one more fling, this time far out from the boat. Scarcely had she begun speeding up her pull, when suddenly she all but pitched head foremost into the sea.
“Hey!” he exclaimed, seizing her by the waist and pulling her back. “Not so fast!”
“He—help!” she exclaimed. “I’ve got something big!”
Reaching around her he grasped the line and together they pulled.
“Now!” he breathed. “I’ll pull and you roll in the line. Now!”