d as the likely
killer for the day, and offered Grey one if he preferred it. Grey,
however, had his own fancies, and declined with thanks; there was a
mutual chanting of "So long; tight lines," and the purist went off to
his hut and the rod which he kept there.

Brown, with his compact paraphernalia, was put across from the lower
end of the pool to the right bank. This was necessary for his share of
the day's work, which was to take snapshots of his friend operating
from the left shore. The fishing part of the Rowan Pool was directly
under a rocky cliff opposite, and the position for the kodakeer was a
clump of bushes on a small natural platform half-way down. From this
elevation he could look into the deep water where the salmon was
generally found, and could command the entire pool with his apparatus.
Grey's side was an easily-sloping shingle with firm foothold out of the
force of the stream, an assuring advantage to a man who had to wade
within a foot of his armpits.

"Are you there?" by and by shouted Grey, looking across to the bushy
ledge of the cliff. "Yes, and all ready," replied Brown, so well
concealed that the angler had to look twice to discover him. It was a
full water, and every cast that would send the fly to its place must be
close upon thirty yards. Whatever may be pretended to the contrary,
this is mighty fine throwing when it is done time after time; and Grey,
having fruitlessly fished his pool down twice with different flies,
waded ashore.

Had Brown seen sign of a fish? No, he had not. The fly had worked
beautifully over the best part of the pool, and fished every inch of
the run known to be the lie of the fish. Had Brown taken any good
shots? Yes; he had been snapping Grey ever since he entered the water.
"Then," said Grey, "I'll fish the pool below, and give you an hour's
spell. If you move, do it as quietly as you can." "All right," said
the kodakeer; "it is not very cold; I'll have a smoke and a read, and
won't move at all unless I get cramped or frozen."

Brown enjoyed his book, suffering no sort of discomfort; he lazily
smoked his pipe and thought how much better it was to be listening to
the twitter of the birds, watching the clouds of rooks wheeling over
the distant wood, and resting in peace, than slaving with an 18-ft. rod
and straining every muscle in the effort to dispatch the unheeded fly
across the big water to the core of the pool (for fishing purposes)
under the cli