Suddenly Uncle Eb gave a jerk that brought a groan out of him and then let his hook go down again, his hands trembling, his face severe.
'By mighty! Uncle Eb,' he muttered to himself, 'I thought we hed him thet time.' He jerked again presently, and then I could see a tug on the line that made me jump.

A big fish came thrashing into the air in a minute.

He tried to swing it ashore, but the pole bent and the fish got a fresh hold of the water and took the end of the pole under.

Uncle Eb gave it a lift then that brought it ashore and a good bit of water with it.

I remember how the fish slapped me with its wet tail and sprinkled my face shaking itself between my boots.