At last one turned to the other and said: "Rosie, I've got a hunch that our luck's going to change.

I'm going to count twenty and before I'm through we'll each have a fish." Slowly he began to count, one,--two,--three.

Just as he counted fourteen, both men felt a strike, gave the fateful jerk, and pulled in a large fish, and from that moment their luck changed.
This is not the whole of the story, however.

Some days later the same boatman was out on the Nevada side with two gentlemen, who could not get a bite.

Merely to while away the time the boatman told the foregoing facts.