Sometimes they sat, and still-fished.

Sometimes, they warily slipped along the bank, trailing bait a few inches under water.

Then they would cast and skitter by turns.
The Kingfisher struck his stump, and tilted on again.

His mate, and their family of six followed in his lead, so that their rattle was almost constant.

A fussy little red-eyed vireo asked questions, first of Jimmy, and then crossing the river besieged Dannie, but neither of the stern-faced fishermen paid it any heed.