"I'm bearing down."
"Bear down harder, honey."
"I said: I'm bearing down."
Now the wading birds that were on the flat in the early tide were flooded out and flew northwest to catch the Gulf of Mexico tide.
"It's kind of slow, Captain," said Rudleigh.
"I've been thinking the same thing," Skelton said, his heart chilling within him. "I'm going to pole this out and make a move."
A minute later he was running to Saddlebunch, and got there in time to catch the incoming water across the big sand spot. He hardly had a moment to stake the skiff when the bonefish started crossing the sand. Now Mrs. Rudleigh was casting, driving the fish away. Rudleigh snatched the rod from her after her second failure.
Rudleigh was rigidly prepared for the next fish. Skelton would have helped him but he knew in advance it would make things worse. He felt that all of his efforts were pitted against the contents of the thermos.
"You hawse's oss." said Mrs. Rudleigh to her husband. He seemed not to have heard. He was in the vague crouch of lumbar distress.