They shook each other's hands; they talked wildly at the same time: they pounded on the boat's thwarts with their fists; they laughed at their own absurdity; they looked at the trout again and again, guessed at his weight, and recalled to each other details of the struggle.
"When he broke that time, wasn't it grand ?" "And when I first felt him bite! It was so sudden--why, it actually frightened me.

I never--no, never in my life!" exclaimed Blix, "was so happy as I am at this moment.

Oh, Condy, to think--just to THINK!" "Isn't it glory hallelujah ?" "Isn't it better than teas, and dancing, and functions ?" "Blix--how old are we ?" "I don't care how old we are; I think that trout will weigh two pounds." When they were calm again, they returned to their fishing.

The morning passed, and it was noon before they were aware of it.

By half-past twelve Blix had caught three trout, though the first was by far the heaviest.