Mid-afternoon found them still even, and patiently fishing.

Then it was not so long until supper time, and the air was steadily growing colder.

The south wind had veered to the west, and signs of a black frost were in the air.

About this time the larks arose as with one accord, and with a whirr of wings that proved how large the flock was, they sailed straight south.
Jimmy hauled his minnow bucket from the river, poured the water from it, and picked his last minnow, a dead one, from the grass.

Dannie was watching him, and rightly guessed that he would fish deep.