The fellow that does n't catch the first fish has to clean 'em." Both sinkers started on their long descent together, and seventy feet of line whizzed out before they came to rest.

But at the instant his sinker touched the bottom Joe felt the struggling jerks of a hooked fish.

As he began to haul in he glanced at 'Frisco Kid and saw that he too had evidently captured a finny prize.

The race between them was exciting.
Hand over hand the wet lines flashed inboard.

But 'Frisco Kid was more expert, and his fish tumbled into the cockpit first.