They are over there in the bushes." She swung lightly down from the saddle and, taking her horse by the bridle, led him toward the spot where my catch lay, covered with leaves and wet grass.

I removed the covering and she bent over the fish.
"Oh, splendid!" she exclaimed, with enthusiasm.

"That big one must be a three-pounder.

I envy you.

Bass fishing is great sport.