I'll have to play him gently; he feels a strong fellow.

Are you ready, Evie, with the landing-net ?" It was frightfully exciting as Mrs.Arnold wound her reel, and the prey came within reach.

Was he really hooked, or would he break away at the last moment and disappoint them?
"We've got him! We've got him! Quick, Evie! Oh, I say! Isn't he splendid ?" A silvery-grey, gleaming, glittering object was leaping in the landing-net at the bottom of the boat.
"Oh, what luck!" yelled Evie.
"He must be a patriarch!" cried the rowers.
"I can't see him.

Oh, do let me look!" squealed Gladys, forgetting everything in her eagerness.

"Ruth, you're in the way.