e in
feebly enough, till the fish made a fresh dash for liberty.
"Oh!" cried Arthur; "it's cutting my hands horribly. There--he's gone!"
Not quite, for Dick made a dash at the flying line, which was rushing
over the gunwale, caught it in time, and began a steady pull at it till
the fish was more exhausted, and he could turn its head, when he pulled
the line in rapidly, and the boys could soon after see the bright
silvery fish darting here and there.
"Got a gaff, Will?" shouted Dick.
"There's the old one stuck in the side, sir," replied the lad; and,
holding on with one hand, Dick reached the gaff-hook with the other; but
though he got his fish close up to the stern two or three times, he
found that he was not experienced fisherman enough to hold the line with
his left hand and gaff it with the other.
"Here!" he cried at last, for Arthur was looking on helplessly. "You
catch hold of the line while I gaff him!"
Arthur obeyed with a grimace indicative of disgust as he felt the wet
and slippery line; and, in obedience to his brother's orders, he dragged
the fish close in; but just as Dick made a lunge at it with the big hook
it darted off again, cutting Arthur's hands horribly. The next time it
was dragged in Dick was successful, getting his hook in its gills, and
hoisting it on board, flapping and bounding about as if filled with so
much steel spring.
"Hallo! you've got one then, Dick!" cried his father, turning round;
Josh and Will having been quietly observant the while.
"Yes, father!" cried Dick in the most disinterested way; "Arthur held
him and I gaffed him. Isn't it a beauty? What is it, Josh--a silver
pollack?"
"A-mussy me, no!" cried Josh, who had ceased rowing. "That be no
pollack; that be a bass. Dessay there be a shoal out there."
"Mind his back tin, Master Dick!" cried Will excitedly, as he saw Dick
take hold of his prize.
"Yes, I'll mind," said Dick. "Here, never mind, it being wet," he went
on; "catch hold of him with both hands, Arthur, I'll get out the hook."
"Oh--oh--oh!" shouted Arthur, snatching back his hands. "It pricks!"
"What pricks?" cried Dick, seizing the fish and throwing it down again
sharply. "Oh, I say, it's like a knife."
"Shall I take it off, sir?" said Will.
"No, I'm not going to be beaten!" cried Dick, whose hand was bleeding.
"I didn't know what you meant. Why, it's a big stickleback!"
He took hold of the prize more cautiously, disengaged the
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