They've never seen us before, and they know nothing about us by hearsay and reputation.

It's a case of skill, pure skill, Frank.

We've got Mr.Vermont down, and we're going to hold him down." Warner said nothing, but Dick rose up a little and saw his face.

It was red, the teeth clenched tightly, and the mouth drawn down at the corners.
His eyes were fixed eagerly on his cork in the hope of seeing it bob for a moment and then be drawn swiftly under.
"Good old George," said Dick, under his breath.

"He hates to be beaten-- well, so do we all." Pennington caught another fish and then Dick drew in his second.