Your tackle's strong, and you must get it away from those roots and branches.

That's the way.

I'll go on and wait." For, quivering with excitement, his pliable rod bent into a bow, and the line running sharply here and there through the water, Nic was following a fish which had taken the bait with a rush deep down in the pool.
A minute later he had it near the surface, and had drawn it into the stream which ran out of the deep hole, into the shallowest part of which the convict had waded, and as soon as line and current had brought it near enough, he gave one deft scoop with his joined hands and threw it out on to the bank.
"I say! is it true ?" cried Nic.

"I can't hardly believe it." "It looks true enough, sir," replied the man.

"Shall I take it off the hook ?" "Oh yes, please," cried Nic excitedly.