Twice over Bob touched the salmon, but it was too quick for him, and flung itself over the net splashing him from head to foot, but only encouraging him to make fresh exertions.
"Here, you come and try!" he cried at last.

"You're not tired.

Do you hear?
You come and try, Sep Duncan.

They're the slipperiest fishes I ever saw." I shook my head.

I was dry, and meant to keep so now, and said so.
"It's of no use to try," said Bigley, "not till the water's nearly gone.
You can't catch 'em." "Why, you knew that all along!" I cried.
"To be sure I did; but you wouldn't have believed me if I'd said so.
Let's wait.