Keep steady!" Doll craned over the gunwale, his arms in the water.

There was a swirl, a momentary glimpse of a stolid fish, face and heavy shoulders, and the boat righted itself.
"Missed him, as I live!" gasped Doll.

"Bring him in again." Hugh let out the slippery line, and drew it in again slowly, hand over hand.

Doll's round head was over the side, his long legs spread adhesively in the bottom of the boat.

Crack, beyond himself with excitement, got on the seat and barked without ceasing.
"He's coming up again," said Doll, gutturally, sliding forward his left hand.