Directly I heard some one running toward me, and then I heard
Euphemia cry out:

"Give him the butt! Give him the butt!"

"Give him what?" I exclaimed, without having time even to look up
at her.

"The butt! the butt!" she cried, almost breathlessly. "I know
that's right! I read how Edward Everett Hale did it in the
Adirondacks."

"No, it wasn't Hale at all," said I, as I jumped about the bank;
"it was Mr. Murray."

"Well, it was one of those fishing ministers, and I know that it
caught the fish."

"I know, I know. I read it, but I don't know how to do it."

"Perhaps you ought to punch him with it," said she.

"No! no!" I hurriedly replied, "I can't do anything like that. I'm
going to try to just pull him out lengthwise. You take hold of the
pole and go in shore as far as you can and I'll try and get hold of
the line."

Euphemia did as I bade her, and drew the line in so that I could
reach it. As soon as I had a firm hold of it, I pulled in,
regardless of consequences, and hauled ashore an enormous cat-fish.