fisherboy!!" he snarled, he snarled, and started up the back after me, grasping at my foot with one long hand. i tore free, turned, and threw my fishing pole at him. he batted it down easily,but it tangled his feet up somehow and he went to his knees. i didn't wait to see any more; i turned and bolted to the top of the slope. i almost slipped at the very top, but managed to grab one of the support trusts running beneath the bridge and save myself.