I'll see if I can get him.

Keep your thumb on the reel." He took up a net, and clambering along the ledge sprang lightly upon the log.

It was sharply rounded, the bark was wet, and the way along it obstructed by the stake-like ends of torn-off limbs, but the man crawled forward foot by foot with the swift whirl of current close beneath him.

Then he knelt where the tree dipped almost level with the flood, and grasping the line with one hand swept the net in and out amidst the broken-off branches, while the girl watching him fancied she could see a bright flash between the splashes.

Presently he rose again shaking his head, with nothing in the net.
"Give me a yard or two when I shout," he said.
Grasping a branch with one hand he lay down on the log, and lowered himself until arm and shoulder were in the river.