He tried to see how Jimmy was going to fish, but he could not tell.
So Dannie decided that he would cast in the morning, fish deep at noon, and cast again toward evening.
He rose, turned to the river, and lifted his rod.

As he stood looking over the channel, and the pool where the Bass homed, the Kingfisher came rattling down the river, and as if in answer to its cry, the Black Bass gave a leap, that sent the water flying.
"Ready!" cried Dannie, swinging his pole over the water.
As the word left his lips, "whizz," Jimmy's minnow landed in the middle of the circles widening about the rise of the Bass.

There was a rush and a snap, and Dannie saw the jaws of the big fellow close within an inch of the minnow, and he swam after it for a yard, as Jimmy slowly reeled in.

Dannie waited a second, and then softly dropped his grubs on the water just before where he figured the Bass would be.

He could hear Jimmy smothering oaths.