222 TROUT FISHING 



you, and let it fall with the spray. When 

 I whistle, strike — but gently ! " 



Down dropped the fly, daintily touching 

 the water of the pool a foot in front of 

 the first trout, and a foot to the right 

 of him, and then sinking. The fish 

 turned and looked at it, but let it pass ; 

 and the trout behind him took no notice. 

 That was discouraging. "Again, B.," 

 I whispered : "just as before." This 

 time, the moment the fly fell into the pool 

 the trout came up a few inches, turned, 

 without touching the water, and sank 

 quickly back. I whistled low ; and 

 before I could scramble to my feet B. 

 was tearing along the grassy path at the 

 wrathful tail of Number One. 



Round and round the pond he had to 

 scamper, and round again, before the 

 trout could be cajoled or coerced into 

 the landing-net. The fish weighed six 

 pounds and a half. 



The others were caught in the same 

 manner before it was time for a cup of 

 tea at the inn close by. Number Two 



