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The three cast their lines out into the stream. They were of the old-fashioned kind, a hook, a lead sinker, and a cork on the line to keep it from sinking too far. Dick had used just such an equipment since he was eight years old, in the little river at Pendleton, and now he was anxious to prove to himself that he had not lost his skill.
He listened, interrupting with chuckles and exclamations. When I had finished he seized my hand and wrung it. "By the everlastin'!" he exclaimed, "that was great! I say again, you're all right, Ros Paine. Even I swallered that Development Company, hook, line, and sinker. But YOU saw through it!" "I tell you this," I said, "so that you will understand I have no intention of backing water."
"Um!... They been lettin' him make a mite of money up to now, eh? So he calc'lated on gittin' rich at one wallop. Kind of led him along, I calc'late, till they got him to swaller hook, line, and sinker ... and then they up and jerked him floppin' on to the bank.... Who owns this here bucket shop?" "Tim Peaney." "Perty slick, is he?"
The Indian had a string from time immemorial. With it he could strike a circle, and lay out the four sides of a quadrangular structure with tolerable correctness. It is not too much to assume that with a string and sinker attached the Village Indian had the plumb-line, and could prove his wall as well as we can. At all events, the eye still proves the general correctness of their work.
In still fishing it is customary to use a light sinker to keep the bait near the bottom and a float or "cork" which serves the double purpose of keeping the bait away from snags, stones, or weeds on the bottom and also of showing us when we have a bite. The more expert still fishermen never use a float, as they prefer to tell by the pull on the line when a fish has taken the bait.
Still retaining my hold upon the sinker with one hand, I now rapidly shovelled the oysters into my "tray" with the other, as long as I could hold my breath; and I was satisfied, at the first experiment, that my expedient was a complete success, thrice as many oysters being deposited in the tray at one dive as I had obtained altogether in the morning.
Sundown's eyes became bright with a peculiar expression. Slowly yet before any one could realize his intent he reached down and drew the Mexican's gun. "You're me friends," he said quietly. "He's in there dyin'. I reckon Sinker got him. He drug himself here last night and I took him in. This is me home and if you fellas is men, you'll let him die easy and quiet."
Dick heard his line and sinker strike the water again, and then silence returned to the little wood, but it did not endure long. From a point beyond Warner came a shout, and this was undeniably a cry of triumph. It was accompanied by a swishing through the air and the sound of an object striking the leaves. "I got him! I got him!
There were deep pools where the pickerel seldom rose to the troll, but asked to have their dinner sent down to them in the form of a fresh shiner; and Tim Reardon knew these pools, and when to remove the troll and put on his sinker and live bait.
"We'll have to nail it quick. If you file you'll have to quit on the Concho." "Well, then, I quit. Sinker is right in line for my bunk. Me for the big hammer and the little ole sign what says: 'Private property! Keep off! All trespassers will be executed! And underneath, kind o' sassy-like, 'Bud Shoop, proprietor." About midnight Corliss and his foreman were awakened by a cry of "Fire!"
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