rummle, grummle, because 'tisn't doone; sow yow'd betther
tak't somewheres else."

"Knock, knock; rap, rap, rap," came the summons at the gate again; and
this time, instead of muttering and "grumbling" to himself, Dusty Bob
got up and went to see who was there.

"Sarvant, sir," said Bob, as he saw who it was, and then burst out into
a grin; for behind Squire Inglis stood his visitors of a few days
before, and Bob was luxuriating in the recollection of how he had
restored the lost basket of fish.

"Well, Bob," said Mr Inglis, entering the mill, followed by the three
boys, each armed with a fishing-rod and basket, big enough apparently to
hold a great many more fish than they would catch that afternoon; "Well,
Bob," said Mr Inglis, "how are you off for fish?"

"Heaps on 'em, sir, down below in the pool; but I'm 'feard they weant
feed, for it's rather a bad time. Thou'd best fish off the right bank
just over the stream from number one wheel. There be plenty o' fishing,
for this mornin', only, when the mill was stopped for half-an-hour, the
great fat chub lay a-top of the water as long as your arm ammost; but
I'm most 'feard that the roach weant look at a bait."

Bob then led the way through the mill, and the fishing-party soon stood
on the long, narrow, tree-o'ershadowed strip of land that separated the
mill tail from the waste-water; and here, where the stream ran swiftly
and deeply, did the party prepare to secure some of the finny treasures.

Rods were quickly put together; lines securely fixed; and best new gut
hooks added. Then the depth was plumbed; the floats adjusted and
shotted to the correct "cock;" and then hooks baited, and ground-bait of
bran and clay and rice thrown upon the mill apron, to dissolve slowly
and spread all over the pool. Lastly, lines are thrown in, and silence
proclaimed, so that the first nibbles might be duly attended to.

In every place where there are fish one is sure to hear of a mighty jack
that lies out in some particular part, and is occasionally seen in the
early morning, or basking in the mid-day sun, looking almost as big as a
man,--in fact, so big that nobody could catch him, one that ever so many
fishermen had had hold of, but which always broke away and escaped; and
somehow or other, although this mighty fellow must have swallowed and
got stuck in his mouth and gills enough hooks, and trailing away from
him enough line, to stock a small shop, yet, leave alone being caugh