He proudly carried his new rod.

Dannie followed with a basket of lunch Mary had insisted on packing, his big cane pole, a can of worms, and a shovel, in case they ran out of bait.
Dannie had recovered his temper, and was just great-hearted, big Dannie again.

He talked about the south wind, and shivered with the frost, and listened for the splash of the Bass.

Jimmy had little to say.

He seemed to be thinking deeply.