If he rins from me, I give him rope, and if he rins to, I dig in, workin' me little machane for dear life to take up the thrid before it slacks.
Whin he sees me, he makes a dash back, and I just got to relase me line and let him go, because he'd bust this little silk thrid all to thunder if I tried to force him onpleasant to his intintions, and so we kape it up until he's plum wore out and comes a promenadin' up to me boat, bank I mane, and I scoops him in, and that's sport, Mary! That's MAN'S fishin'! Now watch! He's in thim bass weeds before the pie-plant, like I said, and I'm here on the bank, and I THINK he's there, so I give me little jinted rod a whip and a swing----" Jimmy gave the rod a whip and a swing.

The sinker shot in air, struck the limb of an apple tree and wound a dozen times around it.

Jimmy said things and Mary giggled.

She also noticed that Dannie had stopped work and was standing in the barn door watching intently.

Jimmy climbed the tree, unwound the line and tried again.
"I didn't notice that domn apple limb stickin' out there," he said.
"Now you watch! Right out there among the bass weeds foreninst the pie-plant." To avoid another limb, Jimmy aimed too low and the sinker shot under the well platform not ten feet from him.
"Lucky you didn't get fast in the bass weeds," said Mary as Jimmy reeled in.
"Will, I got to get me range," explained Jimmy.