The tip of the slender rod in his left hand dipped slightly, and sixty feet out beyond the end of the old dock a green and white bobber began twitching about.
"Gone Fishing"
James H. Schmitz
Then the bobber suddenly disappeared.
"Gone Fishing"
James H. Schmitz
Then he pumped Petey's arm until the latter danced like a cork bobber.
"At Good Old Siwash"
George Fitch