Doll pursued warily, and got hold of it.
"Gently, now," he said, as he shipped the oars.

"He'll go under the boat and break us if we don't look out.

I'll play him, and you shove the net under him.

Damn!--God forgive me!--we've come out without a landing-net.
Good Lord, Scarlett, you can't gaff him with a champagne-opener.

There, you pull him in, and I'll grab him somehow.