I can't get a bite." Daisy sat down to look about her, while Preston drew in his line and threw the fly away.

It was a pretty place! The brook spread just there into a round pool several feet across, deep and still; and above it the great trees towered up as if they would hide the sun.

Sam came presently with the bait.

Preston dressed his hook, and gave his line a swing, to cast the bait into the pool; rather incautiously, seeing that the trees stood so thick and so near.

Accordingly the line lodged in the high branches of an oak on the opposite side of the pool.