As the other end of the clothesline was bound around the logs he could not get it away, and as he had greedily swallowed the gold hook at the first bite he could not get rid of that, either.
When they reached the place where the current had before changed, the fish was still swimming ahead in its wild attempt to escape.

The raft slowed down, yet it did not stop, because the fish would not let it.

It continued to move in the same direction it had been going.

As the current reversed and rushed backward on its course it failed to drag the raft with it.

Slowly, inch by inch, they floated on, and the fish tugged and tugged and kept them going.
"I hope he won't give up," said Ojo anxiously.