Then it swept straight towards the fallen fir.
"Stop him!" said Alton.

"It's a good trace.

Keep the butt down." The rod bent further, a big silvery body rushed clear of the water and went down again, while next moment the line stopped and quivered as it rasped against the fallen fir.

Miss Deringham turned to her companion with a gesture of consternation.
"Oh!" she said breathlessly.

"It has gone." "I don't know," said Alton, "That trace is a good deal thicker than what you use in England.