"There he breaches!" he continued, as the fish--a fine bass, weighing, as near as they could guess, six pounds--leaped entirely out of the water in his mad efforts to escape.
"I tell you he's a beauty." Frank took up the "dip-net," which the boys had used in catching the minnows, and, standing by George's side, waited for him to bring the fish within reach, so that he might assist in "landing" him.

The struggle was exciting, but short.

The bass was very soon exhausted, and George drew him alongside the boat, in which he was soon safely deposited under one of the seats.
They rowed around the ground for half an hour, each taking his turn at the line, and during that time they captured a dozen fish.

The bass then began to stop biting; and Frank, who was at the helm, turned the boat toward the "perch-bed," which was some distance further down the river.

It was situated at the outer edge of a bank of weeds, which lined the river on both sides.