His hand on the reel, he let the line fly out as the finny captive darted up stream.
Presently Dick played the fish in gently, then suddenly gave it plenty of slack line.

These tactics were repeated, while Dave and Greg almost danced in their eagerness.
Suddenly Dick flipped his pole sharply.

There was a swish of line in the air.

Something speckled and glistening dropped on the ground at least ten feet from the brook, where it lay floundering and gasping.
"Hoo-ray!" yelled Greg, with all his pent-up enthusiasm.
"Do that again, Holmesy, and I'll chase you back into camp," warned Dick, with his patient smile.

Then he stepped ashore, took the trout from the line and impaled it on a stick, which he gave Greg to carry.
Within two minutes there was another strike.