He detached the hook and looked down at his squirming prize, while Dick and Pennington also came running to see.
"I've been waiting for you, my friend," said Warner serenely to the fish.
"Various small brothers of yours have come along and looked at my bait, but I've always moved it out of reach, leaving them to fall a prey to my friends who are content with little things.

I had to wait for you some time, O King of Fishes, but you came at last and you are mine." "You can't put him down, Dick, and it's not worth while trying," said Pennington, and Dick agreeing they went back to their own places.
The fishing now went on with uninterrupted success.

Dick caught a big fellow too, and so did Pennington.

Fortune, after wavering in her choice, decided to favor all three about equally, and they were content.

The silvery heaps grew and they rejoiced over the splendid addition they would make to their mess.