You have the first go, Bob, and then let Sep Duncan try.

But it's no use yet." He was quite right; there was too much room for the fish to dart about, and so we stood here, and crept there, to watch them as they glided about among the swaying sea-weed, all brown and olive-green, and full of bladder-like pods to hold them up in the water.

Sometimes there was a rush, and a swirl in the pool.

At another time we could catch sight of the silvery side of some fish as it turned over and glided through the shoal.

Then for a few minutes all would be perfectly still and calm--so still that it was hard to imagine that there was a fish left in the place.
And all the time the tide kept on retiring, and the water in the pool lowering, till all at once there was a tremendous rush, a great silvery fish flashed out into the air, and then fell flat upon its side, making the drops fly sparkling in the sun.
"Salmon," cried Bigley, "and a big one." "Well, let's catch him, then," cried Bob excitedly, the gloomy feeling forgotten now in the excitement of the scene.
"Go on!" cried Bigley, handing him the net, and armed therewith Bob began to wade about, hunting the salmon from side to side of the pool, under my directions, for being high up on the dry, I could see the fish far better than those who were wading.
But it was all labour in vain.