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In five minutes we were on our way. Dee led me straight to the hole by the spring. He took from his pocket a ball of stout cord and tied the free end to the middle of his pole.
五分鐘后，我們就上路了。迪領著我徑直來到泉眼旁邊的洞口處。他從衣袋里掏出一團結實的魚線，把沒拴魚鉤的一頭拴到魚竿的中間。
I'm about ready, he said.
“我馬上就準備好了，”他說。
Go to it, boy, I said.
“動手吧，小伙子我說。
Don't you want to try? he asked.
“你不想試一下嗎？”他問。
No, I answered, "King Solomon is your fish. I just want to see him."
“不，我答道，“所羅門王是你的魚，我只是想看看他。”
I can show it to you if you'll climb the bluff.
“如果你能攀上崖壁，我就能讓你看到他。”
We crossed over to a ledge of the bluff. There we sat down. The river was about ten feet below us. It was shaded by the ridge behind us—all but a narrow strip along the opposite bank.
我們穿過泉眼，登上一塊突出的巖壁，坐了下來。河水就在我們腳下約十英尺遠的地方，被我們背后的巖脊遮著——看上去只有沿著對面河岸的狹窄的一條。
Do you see that log there? Dee asked, pointing toward the sunny strip of water.
“你看見那邊的那根原木了嗎？”迪指著被陽光照亮的那片水面問我。
Yes, I replied.
“看見了，”我回答道。
That's where King Solomon lives, Dee said. "And he won't let other bass come around it. Watch."
“所羅門王就住在那兒，”迪說，“而且他不會讓其他鱸魚靠近那兒。快看。”
Dee broke off a piece of limestone and thumbed it into the stream. I wasn't prepared for what happened. An underlying limb detached itself from the log and shot like a torpedo to the spot where the piece of rock had struck the water. I saw fins parrying, a bulldog jaw champing, and two bulging eyes glaring upward. At last I was looking upon King Solomon in all his glory.
迪弄碎一塊石灰石，然后用拇指將它彈入水中。我還沒來得及弄清楚是怎么回事。一個潛在水中的樹干從原木下面分離出來，就像魚雷一樣射向剛才石子落水的地方。我看到魚鰭劃開水面，牛頭犬似的嘴巴急不可耐地咀嚼著，兩只圓鼓鼓的眼晴向上瞪著，我終于目睹了所羅門王的風采。
That's him, Dee said quietly. "Don't you want to try for him while I go and get my bait?"
“那就是他，”迪悄聲說，“我去拿魚餌，你不想先來試著釣一下他嗎？”
Do I? I almost shouted with joy. Shaking with excitement, I cast the line, and miraculously managed to place the lure where I aimed it—three feet to the rear of King Solomon.
“我試試？”我高興得差點喊出來。我激動得手有些發抖，把線拋了出去，并且奇跡般地把魚餌投到了我瞄準的地方——在所羅門王背后三英尺遠的地方。
