"And he's one sockdollager, believe me! We've got hold of old Grandpa Grayling now--and if things just hold----" "Here," said he after a while.

She felt the rod placed in her hand, felt a strenuous tugging and pulling that almost wrenched it away.
"Hold tight!" said he.

"Take the line in your left hand, this way.
Now, if he pulls hard, ease off.

Pull in when you can--not too hard--he's got a tender mouth.

Let him run! I want you to see what fun it is.