He baited, hooked, played, and landed the Bass all right, and without any minnows either.
When he reached the top of the hill he realized that he was going to look back.

In spite of Jimmy's selfishness, in spite of the blow, in spite of the ugly lie, Jimmy had been his lifelong partner, and his only friend, and stiffen his neck as he would, Dannie felt his head turning.

He deliberately swung his fish pole into the bushes, and when it caught, as he knew it would, he set down his load, and turned as if to release it.

Not a sight of Jimmy anywhere! Dannie started on.
"We are after you, Jimmy Malone!" A thin, little, wiry thread of a cry, that seemed to come twisting as if wrung from the chill air about him, whispered in his ear, and Dannie jumped, dropped his load, and ran for the river.

He couldn't see a sign of Jimmy.