Don't lose him, for I'm sick of trying, and I did want for us to have something for tea." "Oh, I've hooked him right enough; but he don't stir." "Bah! Caught in the bottom." "Oh no, I'm not.

He was walking right away with the bait, and when I struck I felt him give a regular good wallop." "Then it's a conger, and it's got its tail round a rock." "May be," said Vince.

"Well, congers aren't bad eating." "B-r-r-ur!" shuddered Mike.

"I hate hooking them.

Line gets twisted into such a knot.