"Who was fishing for him."

"Oh! Oh! I've got him." The girl was dancing excitedly along the bank.
"No! Oh, what a wretch! He's gone. Now if I get him you tell me what to
do, but don't touch me."

"All you have to do is to hold him steady at the first. Keep your line
fairly tight. If he begins to plunge, give him line. If he slacks, reel
in. Keep him nice and steady, just like a horse on the bit."

"Oh, why didn't you tell me before? I know exactly what that means--just
like a colt, eh? I can handle a colt."

"Exactly! Now try lower down--let your fly float down a bit--there."

Again there was a wild shriek from the girl.

"Oh, I've got him sure! Now get the net."

"Don't jump about so! Steady now--steady--that's better. Fine! Fine
work! Let him go a bit--no, check--wind him up. Look out! Not too quick!
Fine! Oh! Look out! Get him away from that jam! Reel him up! Quick! Now
play him! Let me help you."

"Don't you dare touch this rod, Allan Cameron, or there'll be trouble!"

"Quite right--pardon me--quite right. Steady! You'll get him sure. And
he's a beauty, a perfect Rainbow beauty."