So Dannie scooped the remaining dirt from his pockets, and found three grubs.

He placed them on his hook, lightened his sinker, and prepared to skitter once more.
Jimmy dropped his minnow beside the Kingfisher stump, and let it sink.
Dannie hit the water at the base of the stump, where it had not been disturbed for a long time, a sharp "Spat," with his worms.

Something seized his bait, and was gone.

Dannie planted his feet firmly, squared his jaws, gripped his rod, and loosened his line.

As his eye followed it, he saw to his amazement that Jimmy's line was sailing off down the river beside his, and heard the reel singing.
Dannie was soon close to the end of his line.