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Why, it must be a two-pounder;" and I stood gloating over the vividly-bright colour of my capture, while Mercer knelt down, took out the hook, and finally deposited the fish in a hollow, and covered it with fern fronds. "Look! look!" I cried just then. "Oh, bother! Why, there's one on," said Mercer.
After he had lost a two-pounder and fallen into a deep hole, I got out on the bank to avoid a place where the water went down hill too fast something between rapids and a cascade. He came and sat on a log by me, looking disconsolate. "Jim," I said, "You're pretty wet. Perhaps you'd better go home and write that letter." "I don't see my way yet. How can you be so positive?"
He listened to me, more like a moribund, than one possessing all the means of defence and offence. I loaded his two-pounder with ball, and grape, and small slugs of iron, and advised him not to fire it until Mirambo's people were at his gates. About 4 p.m. I heard that Mirambo had deported himself to Kazima, a place north-west of Tabora a couple of miles. August 26th.
How magnified is the sound in the dim twilight, when you cannot see, but can only hear and feel your quarry! And what satisfaction to know that that great "logger-headed" two-pounder, that was devouring goodness knows how many yearlings and fry daily, is safe out of the water and in your basket!
He whipped the fly lightly within six inches of a little suction hole; a fish at once rose and struck. The others had been little fellows and easily handled. At the end of fifteen minutes the newcomer landed a fine two-pounder. "That must be fun," commented Thorpe. "I never happened to get in with fly-fishing. I'd like to try it sometime."
But Frank was good-natured; he smiled at their jests, and held on the even tenor of his way, whipping the streams more pertinaciously than his master whipped him for playing truant; content alike to bear ignominy and chastisement, so long as he was rewarded by a nibble, and overjoyed beyond expression when he could return home with the tail of a two-pounder hanging over the edge of his basket.
He was a two-pounder, and practised the usual sea-trout tactics of springing into the air like a rocket. There was a knot on my line, of course, and I was obliged to hold him hard. When he had been dragged up on the shingle, the line parted, broken in twain at the knot; but it had lasted just long enough, during three exciting minutes.
Within two minutes there was another strike. The same patient tactics, and Dick had another trout -this time a two-pounder as against about three quarters of a pound for the weight of the first trout. The third trout got away, despite the most careful handling, but the fourth and fifth biters were soon landed. "I can't stand this any longer," quivered Dave. "I've got to start in.
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