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ank with the rod in my hands； with the flies buzzing round； and the smell of wild peppermint fit to knock you down； watching the red float on the green water； and i was happy as a tinker although the tear… marks mixed up with dirt were still all over my face。
lord knows how long we sat there。 the morning stretched out and out； and the sun got higher and higher； and nobody had a bite。 it was a hot still day； too clear for fishing。 the floats lay on the water with never a quiver。 you could see deep down into the water as though you were looking into a kind of dark green glass。 out in the middle of the pool you could see the fish lying just under the surface； sunning themselves； and sometimes in the weeds near the side a newt would e gliding upwards and rest there with his fingers on the weeds and his nose just out of the water。 but the fish weren’t biting。 the others kept shouting that they’d got a nibble； but it was always a lie。 and the time stretched out and out and it got hotter and hotter； and the flies ate you alive； and the wild peppermint under the bank smelt like mother wheeler’s sweet…shop。 i was getting hungrier and hungrier； all the more because i didn’t know for certain where my dinner was ing from。 but i sat as still as a mouse and never took my eyes off the float。 the others had given me a lump of bait about the size of a marble； telling me that would have to do for me； but for a long time i didn’t even dare to re…bait my hook； because every time i pulled my line up they swore i was making enough noise to frighten every fish within five miles。
i suppose we must have been there about two hours when suddenly my float gave a quiver。 i knew it was a fish。 it must have been a fish that was just passing accidentally and saw my bait。 there’s no mistaking the movement your float gives when it’s a real bite。 it’s quite different from the way it moves when you twitch your line accidentally。 the next moment it gave a sharp bob and almost went under。 i couldn’t hold myself in any longer。 i yelled to the others：
‘i’ve got a bite！’
‘rats！’ yelled sid lovegrove instantly。
but the next moment there wasn’t any doubt about it。 the float dived straight down； i could still see it under the water； kind of dim red； and i felt the rod tighten in my hand。 christ； that feeling！ the line jerking and straining and a fish on the other end of it！ the others saw my rod bending； and the next moment they’d all flung their rods down and rushed round to me。 i gave a terrific haul and the fish—a great huge silvery fish—came flying up through the air。 the same moment all of us gave a yell of agony。 the fish had slipped off the hook and fallen into the wild peppermint under the bank。 but he’d fallen into shallow water where he couldn’t turn over； and for perhaps a second he lay there on his side helpless。 joe flung himself into the water； splashing us all over； and grabbed him in both hands。 ‘i got ‘im！’ he yelled。 the next moment he’d flung the fish on to the grass and we were all kneeling round it。 how we gloated！ the poor dying brute flapped up and down and his scales glistened all the colours of the rainbow。 it was a huge carp； seven inches long at least； and must have weighed a quarter of a pound。 how we shouted to see him！ but the next moment it was as though a shadow had fallen across us。 we looked up； and there was old brewer standing over us； with his tall billycock hat—one of those hats they used to wear that were a cross between a top hat and a bowler—and his cowhide gaiters and a thick hazel stick in his hand。
we suddenly cowered like partridges when there’s a hawk overhead。 he looked from one to other of us。 he had a wicked old mouth with no teeth in it； and since he’d shaved his beard off his chin looked like a nutcracker。
‘what are you boys doing here？’ he said。
there wasn’t much doubt about what we were doing。 nobody answered。
‘i’ll learn ‘ee e fishing in my pool！’ he suddenly roared； and the next moment he was on us； whacking out in all directions。
the black hand broke and fled。 we left all the rods behind and also the fish。 old brewer chased us half across the meadow。 his legs were stiff and he couldn’t move fast； but he got in some good swipes before we were out of his reach。 we left him in the middle of the field； yelling after us that he knew all our names and was going to tell our fathers。 i’d been at the back and most of the wallops had landed on me。 i had some nasty red weals on the calves of my legs when we got to the other side of the hedge。
i spent the rest of the day with the gang。 they hadn’t made up their mind whether i was really a member yet； but for the time being they tolerated me。 the errand boy； who’d had the morning off on some lying pretext or other； had to go back to the brewery。 the rest of us went for a long； meandering； scrounging kind of walk； the sort of walk that boys go for when they’re away from home all day； and especially when they’re away without permission。 it was the first real boy’s walk i’d had； quite different from the walks we used to go with katie simmons。 we had our dinner in a dry ditch on the edge of the town； full of rusty cans and wild fennel。 the others gave me bits of their dinner； and sid lovegrove had a penny； so someone fetched a penny monster which we had between us。 it was very hot； and the fennel smelt very strong； and the gas of the penny monster made us belch。 afterwards we wandered up the dusty white road to upper binfield； the first time i’d been that way； i believe； and into the beech woods with the carpets of dead leaves and the great smooth trunks that soar up into the sky so that the birds in the upper branches look like dots。 you could go wherever you liked in the woods in those days。 binfield house； was shut up； they didn’t preserve the pheasants any longer； and at the worst you’d only meet a carter with a load of wood。 there was a tree that had been sawn down； and the rings of the trunk looked like a target； and we had shots at it with stones。 then the others had shots at birds with their catapults； and sid lovegrove swore he’d hit a chaffinch and it had stuck in a fork in the tree。 joe said he was lying； and they argued and almost fought。 then we went down into a chalk hollow full of beds of dead leaves and shouted to hear the echo。 someone shouted a dirty word； and then we said over all the dirty words we knew； and the others jeered at me because i only knew three。 sid lovegrove said he knew how babies were born and it was just the same as rabbits except that the baby came out of the woman’s navel。 harry barnes started to carve the word —— on a beech tree； but got fed up with it after the first two letters。 then we went round by the lodge of binfield house。 there was a rumour that somewhere in the grounds there was a pond with enormous fish in it； but no one ever dared go inside because old hodges； the lodge…keeper who acted as a kind of caretaker； was ‘down’ on boys。 he was digging in his vegetable garden by the lodge when we passed。 we cheeked him over the fence until he chased us off； and then we went down to the walton road and cheeked the carters； keeping on the other side of the hedge so that they couldn’t reach us with their whips。 beside the walton road there was a place that had been a quarry and then a rubbish dump； and finally had got overgrown with blackberry bushes。 there were great mounds of rusty old tin cans and bicycle frames and saucepans with holes in them and broken bottles with weeds growing all over them； and we spent nearly an hour and got ourselves filthy from head to foot routing out iron fence posts； because harry barnes swore that the blacksmith in lower binfield would pay sixpence a hundredweight for old iron。 then joe found a late thrush’s nest with half…fledged chicks in it in a blackberry bush。 after a lot of argument about what to do with them we took the chicks out； had shots at them with stones； and finally stamped on them。 there were four of them； and we each had one to stamp on。 it was getting on towards tea…time now。 we knew that old brewer would be as good as his word and there was a hiding ahead of us； but we were getting too hungry to stay out much lon