she asked me straight if he was fishing down the creek that afternoon?
I guessed they'd been down fishing for each other before. I said,
`No, I thought he was out of town.' I knew he was pretty bad at the Royal.
I asked her if she'd like to have a try with my line, but she said No, thanks,
she must be going; and she went off up the creek. I reckoned Jack Drew
had got a bite and landed her. I felt a bit sorry for her, too.

"The next Saturday evening after the rainy Monday at the Doctor's,
I went down to fish for tailers -- and Lizzie. I went down under the banks
to where there was a big she-oak stump half in the water, going quietly,
with an idea of not frightening the fish. I was just unwinding
the line from my rod, when I noticed the end of another rod
sticking out from the other side of the stump; and while I watched
it was dropped into the water. Then I heard a murmur,
and craned my neck round the back of the stump to see who it was.
I saw the back view of Jack Drew and Miss Wilson; he had his arm
round her waist, and her head was on his shoulder. She said,
`I WILL trust you, Jack -- I know you'll give up the drink for my sake.
And I'll help you, and we'll be so happy!' or words in that direction.
A thunderstorm was coming on. The sky had darkened up
with a great blue-black storm-cloud rushing over, and they hadn't noticed it.
I didn't mind, and the fish bit best in a storm. But just as she said `happy'
came a blinding flash and a crash that shook the ridges,
and the first drops came peltering down. They jumped up and climbed the bank,
while I perched on the she-oak roots over the water to be out of sight
as they passed. Half way to the town I saw them standing
in the shelter of an old stone chimney that stood alone.
He had his overcoat round her and was sheltering her from the wind. . . ."

"Smoke-oh, Joe. The tea's stewing."