Beyond the fright and the wetting I had nothing to complain of.

In a few moments I was out of the water and up again, very much ashamed of myself, on the firm ground.

Short as the interval was, it proved long enough to favor the escape of the fish.

The angler had heard my first instinctive cry of alarm, had turned, and had thrown aside his rod to help me.

We confronted each other for the first time, I on the bank and he in the shallow water below.