At that moment Injun got a bite.

He did not betray any of the excitement a white boy does on such an occasion.

He solemnly pulled in his line, and when it was almost in, a good-sized pickerel squirmed off the hook, and flopped back into the water.

And now Injun showed no disappointment.

He seriously examined the worm on his hook, to see that it was intact, then cast the line into the river again.
Whitey watched him in silence.