She suffered agonies whenever he went out on Saranac Lake; and, by the way, Harvey remembered distinctly that he used to laugh at her anxieties.

Suddenly the line flashed through his hand, stinging even through the "nippers," the woolen circlets supposed to protect it.
"He's a logy.

Give him room accordin' to his strength," cried Dan.
"I'll help ye." "No, you won't," Harvey snapped, as he hung on to the line.

"It's my first fish.

Is--is it a whale ?" "Halibut, mebbe." Dan peered down into the water alongside, and flourished the big "muckle," ready for all chances.