Go away! Don't touch me! Oh-h-h! He's gone!" "Not a bit.

Reel him up--reel him up a little." "Oh, I can't reel the thing! Oh! Oh-h-h! Is he gone ?" "Hold up.

Don't haul him too quickly--keep him playing.

Wait till I get the net." He rushed for the landing net.
"Oh, he's gone! He's gone! Oh, I'm so mad!" She stamped savagely on the grass.

"He was a monster." "They always are," said her husband gravely.