“When the wind is from the North
The skilful fisherman goes not forth,”
quoted Roderick. “Don’t that prove I know something about fishing—I mean fly fishing?”
“You have a much better way to prove your sport-manship,” insisted Gail. “The fish are all around you and your basket is hanging empty from your shoulder.”
“Rebuked and chided,” exclaimed Roderick, softly.
They continued to cast and finally Gail said: “I have a Marlow Buzz on my hook.”
“What is that?” inquired Roderick.
“Oh, it is a species of the Brown Palmer fly. I like them better than the hackle although the coachman may be equally as good. Look out!” she suddenly exclaimed.
Roderick turned round quickly and saw her line was taut, cutting the water sharply to the right and to the left while her rod was bent like a bow. She quickly loosened her reel which hummed like a song of happiness while her line sliced the waters like a knife.
“Guess you have a rainbow,” cried Roderick excitedly, but Gail paid no attention to his remark.