He did not see a living thing in the water, not a crawfish, turtle, nor even a frog.

He peered round closely, then flipped in one of the bugs he had brought along.

A shiny yellow fish flared up from the depths of the deep hole and disappeared with the cricket; but it was a bass or a pike, not a trout.

Wetzel had said there were a few trout living near the cool springs of these streams.

The lad tried again to coax one to the surface.