All this time Pat had been working away with diligence, and having
received the argus from the Parson, who soon found it among some of his
miscellaneous stores, he produced a very respectable-looking fly.
“Well,” said the Squire, taking it to the window, “the fly is well tied, at all events; and I’ll use him the first time I go out.”
“Won’t your honour be going out to-day, then?” said Pat. “The rain is nothing to speak of now; and I’ll engage we’ll make the dream come true.”
“To-day?” said the Squire. “Why, you hear what they say of the water. But I do not mind if I do; I want to walk. Will you come, Parson?”
“Not with the rod,” said the Parson, laughing. “I have had no dream; the Oracle has been silent to me: it is only the favourites of the good people who stand a chance.”
“I hope you do not suppose that I believe that nonsense of Pat’s?”
“Oh no; of course not; but I really have no fancy to go slopping through the wet grass and muddy roads for nothing. Come, Captain, take a turn on the flags of Rose Isle. Light your cigar, and come.”
“Well, here goes for the river!” said the Squire, putting on his Macintosh as he went down stairs; while Pat took down his rod and handed it to him out of the window; and the Scholar threw a shoe at him for luck.
“It will never do to fish this river to-morrow,” said the Captain, as they crossed the little bridge that connects Rose Isle with the main land; “it is perfectly impossible that the water should run clear so soon: look how it comes over the little fall; it is a regular flood.”
“We must try Lough Melvin again,” said the Parson.
“Why, the Squire will be having out those confounded cross-lines,” said the Captain, “and that is terrible slow work. If we are to have a turn at lake-fishing, what do you say to Lough Derg? We have none of us seen that. But heavens and earth! What is this?” said he, interrupting himself. “Why the Squire has caught a fish. Look at that scoundrel, Pat Gallagher, holding it up to us in triumph as he goes over the bridge. Why it’s not possible. I will not believe it.”
But it was possible; and Pat, happy and triumphant, crossed over to the island, holding it up by the tail, followed by the Squire with the great rod on his shoulder.
“Did not I tell your reverence that we’d catch the fish to-day?”
“Honestly, now,” said the Captain, “have you had no secret ambassador at the fish-house?”
“Honestly, I caught this fish myself at Earl’s Throw,” said the Squire; “and had another rise, besides, at Mois Ruah.