To make it worse, the wind howled up San Pablo Bay for fifteen miles and drove in a tremendous sea upon the tide-rip.
The salmon tore up stream, the tense line cutting the water like a tide-rip behind him, and the light bamboo bowed to breaking.
But sharks were sharks, and he had known of more than one good swimmer drowned in a tide-rip.
Riding along on the top of the tide-rip, for that's what it must be, and now I remember hearing of such a thing on this coast.
The salmon tore up-stream, the tense line cutting the water like a tide-rip behind him, and the light bamboo bowed to breaking.
