This is fastened to the end of a long, stout line, and trailed over the stern of the boat, whose motion keeps it near the surface.

It can be seen for a great distance in the water, and the fish, mistaking it for their prey, dart forward and seize it.
A few moments' pulling brought them to the bass ground, and George, holding the stick on which the line had been wound in his hand, waited impatiently for a "bite." They had hardly entered the ground when several heavy pulls at the line announced that the bait had been taken.

George jerked in return, and, springing to his feet, commenced hauling in the line hand over hand, while whatever was at the other end jerked and pulled in a way that showed that he was unwilling to approach the surface.

The boys ceased rowing, and Frank exclaimed, "You've got a big one there, George.

Don't give him any slack, or you'll lose him." "Haul in lively," chimed in Harry.