If we can't ketch one thing we'll try another.' We had great luck that morning and when our basket was near full we came to Deep Hole and made ready for a swim in the water above it.

Uncle Eb had looped an end of the bed cord and tied a few pebbles on it with bits of string.
'Now,' said he presently, 'I want t' sink this loop t' the bottom an' pass the end o' the cord under the driftwood so 't we can fetch it 'crost under water.' There was a big stump, just opposite, with roots running down the bank into the stream.

I shoved the line under the drift with a pole and then hauled it across where Uncle Eb drew it up the bank under the stump roots.
'In 'bout half an hour I cal'late Mose Tupper'll be 'long,' he whispered.

'Wisht ye'd put on yer clo's an' lay here back o' the stump an' hold on t' the cord.

When ye feel a bite give a yank er two an' haul in like Sam Hill--fifteen feet er more quicker'n scat.