This sort of casting was for bass of course.
"I've got one! I've got one!" shouted Cora, as she pulled in a
handsome big, black bass.
This won the first and last prize, for it was an exceptionally fine
specimen.
"We knew you would have the best luck, Cora," Hazel said without
malice, as she dragged up a very small, scared sunny. "We knew it.
You always do."
"It isn't luck," added Laurel, "It's skill. She knew that she must
pull up as soon as the fish struck. I lost something. It might
have been a snake but it got away because I was not quick enough."
There was quite a laugh when Jack, after a hard struggle, during
which he protested that he must have the biggest pickerel in the
lake, pulled in a large mud turtle. Later, however, he redeemed
himself by catching one of the long fish which gave him quite a
battle of the line. The other boys did well, and the girls were not
far behind them.
"Well," remarked Cora, during a lull in the proceedings when they
had gone ashore to eat the lunch they had brought along, "we really
haven't had so much fun as this since we came to the lake. There
was so much excitement."
"There are other vacations coming," predicted Ed. "There is no
telling what may happen since she has learned to adjust a spark
plug, and regulate a timer."
Ed was right; there were other adventures in store for the motor
girls, and what they consisted of will be related in the next volume
of this series to be entitled "The Motor Girls on the Coast or The
Waif from the Sea.
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