ABE and SWEDEN re-cast their lines, which whip like willow stems in the air; the lines plop into the water, making ripples. Little orange-white balls bob upon the surface. They reel in and re-cast, searching blindly for Steelhead. When they at last speak, they do so in subdued tones.
SWEDEN:
We’ve strayed out of a safe line somewhere.
The gong sound swoops near, directly over their heads, ringing much louder than before.
SWEDEN:
(to himself as much
as to ABE)
I don't think a microphone would show any record of that.
The sound doesn't come to me by the ears at all. The vibra-
tions reach me in another manner completely. They seem to be
...within me, as a sound from the fourth-dimension might be heard.
ABE doesn’t say anything, only reels in and re-casts. His seems as frightened b
