watched willie reading the words off his lips, spoke slow and clear: how is the fishing going, anything happening?
willie shook his head, haven't seen a thing, maybe it's still a bit early in the year.
haven't seen a thing, repeated paddy very low, hardly moving his lips at all this time, his thoughts already racing ahead.
but you never know, maybe there's an odd one around, willie gazed at his rod tip. paddy stared at the place where the salmon had splashed, then slowly back to willie on his rock and at the stone on the ground behind willie. paddy carefully walked a step back, then like lightening he bent down, grabbed 