“I⁠—I⁠—have almost decided to⁠—er⁠—not to flip the flies about just now,” he began. “There’s the pole that Cécile left⁠—”

“Don’t call it a pole,” corrected Rowden.

“ Rod , then,” continued Elliott, and started off in the wake of the two girls, but was promptly collared by Rowden.

“No, you don’t! Fancy a man fishing with a float and sinker when he has a fly rod in his hand! You come along!”