"What does the domn fool think the Black Bass will be doin' while he is takin' in line on that young windlass ?" "There'd be no room on the river to do that," answered Mary serenely.
"Dannie wouldn't be so foolish as to try.

All he wants now is to see if his line will run, and it will.

Whin he gets to the river, he'll swing his bait where he wants it with his pole, like he always does, and whin the Bass strikes he'll give it the extra fifteen feet more line he said he needed, and thin he'll have a pole and line with which he can land it." "Not on your life he won't!" said Jimmy.
He opened the back door and stepped out just as Dannie raised the pole again.
"Hey, you! Quit raisin' Cain out there!" yelled Jimmy.

"I want to get some sleep." Across the night, tinged neither with chagrin nor rancor, boomed the big voice of Dannie.
"Believe I have my extra line fixed so it works all right," he said.
"Awful sorry if I waked you.

Thought I was quiet." "How much did you make off that ?" inquired Mary.
"Two points," answered Jimmy.