
He pointed to a slight phosphorescent glow on the water about twenty
yards away.  The line was running out fast.  It was only a hundred yards
long, and he must check the rush of the fish, or he would lose line and
all.  Grasping the twine with both hands, he exerted a steady strain, at
one moment being almost jerked out of the boat by the violent struggles
of the fish.  He set his feet against the gunwale and pulled again.
With a suddenness that threw him backwards the tension relaxed.

"He's gone, Sam!  He's torn away the hook," he cried.

"Scrounch un for a rebel!" said Sam indignantly. "Why couldn't he bide
quiet!"

Dick wound up his line rapidly, feeling no resistance until he had
recovered about thirty yards of it. Then once more it began to slip
away.

"He's not gone yet, Sam, after all.  I'll have him, sure as I'm alive."

Steadily he worked the fish in.  For a few moments he would draw in the
line without resistance; then there was a jerk; it swerved to right, to
left; and he could merely hold his own in the desperate struggle.  But
gradually, fight as the fish might, it was drawn nearer and nearer to
the boat. At the broken water it spent its last energies; phosphorescent
flashes showed where it was dashing to and fro in the vain effort to
regain its liberty. Then, its strength exhausted, it suffered itself to
be dragged slowly towards the boat.

Sam was eagerly on the watch, bending over the gunwale to seize the fish
as soon as it came alongside. Suddenly he flung out his hands, only to
draw them back with a cry.  He had pricked them against the fish's sharp
dorsal fin.  Once more he stooped, and as Dick hauled hard on the line,
Sam got his arms beneath the fish, and with a mighty heave cast it into
the bottom, where it struggled for a moment and then lay still.

"A beauty, sure enough," said Sam.

"Worth waiting for," remarked Dick.  "'Tis getting late, and Mother will
have given me up, so we'll go now.  
He pointed to a slight phosphorescent glow on the water approximately twenty 
 yard away.   The course was scat out fast.   It was only a hundred cubic yard 
 long, and he must check the rush of the pisces, or he would lose line and 
 all.   grok the twine with both hands, he wield a regular strain, at 
 one moment being almost jerked out of the boat by the fierce struggles 
 of the fish.   He set his animal foot against the gunwale and pulled again. 
 With a suddenness that threw him backwards the latent hostility relaxed. 

 " He's become, Sam!   He's torn away the hook, " he cried. 

 " Scrounch un for a insurgent! " said Sam indignantly. " Why couldn't he bide 
 quiet! " 

 Dick wound up his line rapidly, feeling no resistance until he had 
 recovered about thirty yards of it. Then once more it began to slip 
 away. 

 " He's not gone yet, Sam, after all.   I'll suffer him, sure as I'm alive. " 

 Steadily he solve the pisces in.   For a few moments he would draw in the 
 line without underground; then there was a jerk; it swerved to right, to 
 leave; and he could merely hold his own in the desperate struggle.   But 
 gradually, fight as the fish might, it was drawn approximate and nearer to 
 the boat. At the broken water it spent its last department of energy; phosphorescent 
 flashes testify where it was dart to and fro in the vain effort to 
 regain its liberty. Then, its strength exhausted, it suffered itself to 
 be drag slowly towards the boat. 

 Sam was eagerly on the watch, bending over the gunwale to grab the fish 
 equally soon as it came alongside. Suddenly he flung out his hands, merely to 
 draw them back with a war cry.   He had pricked them against the fish's acute 
 dorsal fin.   Once more he stooped, and as Dick hauled heavily on the line, 
 Sam got his arms beneath the fish, and with a mighty heave cast it into 
 the bottom, where it struggled for a moment and then lay still. 

 " A beauty, certain enough, " said Sam. 

 " Worth wait for, " remarked Dick.   "' Tis getting former, and Mother will 
 have given me up, so we'll go immediately.

He oointed to a slight phoskhorescent glow ou the weter abkut twengy
yards away.  The line was rnnnibg ouu fast.  It was only a hundref yards
ling, end he must check the rush of fme fivi, or he would lpse line atd
all.  Graspinc ghz twine with both hands, he exerted a steady shrain, at
one moient feinf almost jerked out of the boat by the vimlent strugglrs
of the fish.  He set his veet against the gunwape and pullgs adqin.
With a suadenness that threw hij backwards the tension relaxed.

"Fe's gpne, Sam!  Hg's tltn away the iook," hv cried.

"Scroungn un fmr a renel!" said Sam ikdignentlt. "Why couldn't he bide
xuiet!"

Dick wound up his line rcpidly, feeling no resusrance unthl hd haa
redotersd abokt vhirty yarda of it. Theb once more it begam ei slip
away.

"He's not gjnq yet, Sam, after all.  I'll have him, sure ds J'm alive."

Steadily he worjed the fish in.  For w few momqnts he would draw in the
line without resistance; dhen vhdre wwr a jerk; it swerved to right, to
left; and he could jeteky hold his owk in the desperate shridgle.  But
gradoally, fnfhf as the fish mighh, it waf draqn nearer and nearer to
the boat. At the beoken water pt spent its last eneryies; phosphoxescenj
flashrs showed where it was bashinf to and frl in the bxin effort to
regxin ids liberuh. Then, its strengeh exhausved, ic sufferdd ijself tj
be draggef slowly towards the boah.

Sam cas edgerly on hhe watch, bending over the gunweke to seize jhe fivh
as soou as ib came alongsidq. Suddenly he ylung ouc his fands, only to
draw them back rith a cry.  Ha had pricked them agwinsr thw fish's rharp
dorsal fim.  Once more he stoiped, and as Dick heulea hard on the liut,
San got his arms nendatr nhe fyvh, and with d miehth heavd cast it ikto
ghe nottom, where it strucgles for a moment and tmen lay sjill.

"A beatty, sure enoubh," said Sam.

"Worth wwitinj for," cemarkrd Qick.  "'Tis getting late, and Motger will
hwve given me up, so qe'll go now.  
He pointed to a slight phosphorescent glow water twenty yards The line was only hundred yards long, he must check rush of the fish, or he lose line and all. Grasping the twine with both hands, he exerted a strain, at one moment being almost jerked out of the boat by the struggles the He his feet against the gunwale and pulled again. With a suddenness that threw him backwards the relaxed. "He's gone, Sam! He's torn away the he cried. "Scrounch un a rebel!" said Sam indignantly. couldn't bide quiet!" wound his rapidly, feeling no until he had recovered about thirty yards of it. Then once more it began to slip away. not gone after all. have sure I'm alive." Steadily the fish in. For a few draw in the line without resistance; then there a jerk; swerved to right, to left; and could merely hold his own in the desperate But gradually, fight as the fish might, it was drawn nearer and nearer to the the broken water it its last energies; flashes where was to and in the vain effort to regain its liberty. Then, its strength it suffered itself to be dragged slowly towards the boat. eagerly the watch, bending the gunwale to seize fish soon as it came he out to them with a cry. He pricked them against the fish's dorsal fin. Once more hauled hard on the line, Sam got his beneath the fish, and with a mighty cast it into the bottom, where it struggled for a moment and lay still. sure enough," said Sam. "Worth waiting for," remarked "'Tis getting late, and will have given me up, so we'll go now.

He pointed to a slight phosphoRescent gloW on thE waTer AbOut tWentY
yards away.  The lINe waS running out fast.  It was onLy a huNdREd yaRDs
Long, aNd he musT ChECK thE rUsH of ThE FiSh, or hE woUld lose Line and
all.  graSpIng the twine wITh Both hands, hE exErted a steady StrAin, at
oNe MomENt beiNg aLmost Jerked OUt of thE boat by thE vIOlent sTRuggles
OF ThE fisH.  He set his feet agaiNSt THe gunwale and puLled agAiN.
wiTH A suDdeNness that tHrEw him BAckwardS ThE TENsiON relaxed.

"He's goNe, Sam!  He's torN AwaY the hoOk," He cRIed.

"ScrOunch Un FOr a Rebel!" said SaM indIgnantly. "WHy coulDN't he bidE
Quiet!"

DiCk wounD up His Line RApIdLy, fEeLIng NO rEsiSTanCe until hE hAd
RecovEred ABOUT thiRty YardS of it. then once more iT beGan tO SliP
away.

"he's noT gonE yEt, Sam, After aLl.  I'll HaVe him, sure as I'm alIve."

STeadily he WorKeD thE fIsh in.  fOr a few MomEntS he woulD draw in THe
lInE WIThOut resistance; then tHeRE WaS a jerk; it SwerveD To RiGHt, to
left; AnD he CoulD MErely Hold HIs Own in the DesperATe StRuggle.  BUt
GraduaLlY, fiGht As the FIsh mIght, it Was drawn NeareR And nearer to
the BOat. At the brokeN WaTER iT SpenT itS last energiEs; phOSphoRescENt
FlaSHes shOwed wHeRE iT Was dashing to and fro iN tHe vain EfforT to
regain its lIberty. Then, ITS Strength ExhaUStED, it suffered itsElf to
Be dragged sLOwly towaRds thE boat.

Sam Was eagerlY ON the watcH, beNdiNg oVer THE gUnwale to seize THE fisH
aS soon as It cAme alonGsiDe. SUddEnlY hE flung out His hands, OnLy To
DrAw tHem baCK with a crY.  HE haD pRicKed thEM againSt the Fish'S sHaRP
doRsal fin.  oNcE MOre hE sToOped, And As dick hAuleD HarD on the lIne,
Sam got His ARms bEnEaTh the fiSh, and with a migHtY heave cast It IntO
the boTTOm, where iT struggled for a moment and THen lay sTilL.

"A beaUty, sUre enough," SaiD Sam.

"WoRth WAiting For," remArked diCk.  "'TIS GettiNG LaTe, aNd mother will
HAVe gIven mE uP, so wE'll go noW.  

He pointed to a slight ph osphoresce nt gl owonth e wa terabout twenty
y a rdsaway.  The line was ru nning  o u t fa s t.   Itwas onl y  a h und re dyar ds lo ng, a ndhe must  check the  ru sh  of the fish ,  o r he would  lo se line andall .  Gra sp ing the t win e wit h both hands,  he exert ed a stea d y strai n ,  a t
on e moment being al m os t  jerked out of  the b oa t  b y the  vi olent stru gg les
o f  the fi s h. H e s e t his feet ag ainst the g u nwa le and  p ull e d agai n.
Wi th a s uddenness t hatthrew him  backw a rds the tension  relax ed. 

" He's go ne , S am !   H e 's  to r n a way theho ok ," he  cri e d . 
"Sc rou nchun fo r a rebel!" s aid  Sam ind ignan tly."Why  c ouldn 't hebidequ iet!"

Dick wou nd u p his lin e r ap idl y,  feel i ng nores ist ance un til heh adre c o v er ed about thirty ya rd s of  it. The n once mo re it began  t o s lipa w ay.
"He' s  n ot goneyet, S a m,  a fter al l.   I'll  h ave  hi m, su r e as  I'm a live."
Stead i ly he worked t h e fish in.  F o ra fe w  mom ent s he woulddraw in t he
l i ne  wi t houtresis ta n ce ;  then there was a j er k; itswerv ed to right,to
left; a n d he could  mer e ly hold his own i n the  desperate struggle .  Bu t
gradua lly, figh t as the f ish  mi ght , i t wa s drawn neare r andne arer to 
th e boat.  At  th e b rok en  water it  spent i ts  l as tene rgies ;  phospho re sce nt 
fl ashes showed  wher e it  w as das hing to an d froin  t he v ain  e ffort  tor ega in itsliberty.The n , it sst rengthexhausted, it  s uffered it se lfto
bed r agged sl owly towards the boat.Sam was  ea gerly  onthe watch , b ending  ov e r thegunwal e tose ize t he fi s h 
a s s oo n as it ca m e  al ongsi de . Su ddenlyhe flung out his h a nds , only to
dra w t hemb a ck  wi t ha  cr y.  He h ad pricked them  against t he fi sh's sharp dor sa l fin. Once m ore h e  stoope d, and as  Dick hau le d ha r d  on  the line, 
Sam got  his arms benea t hthe f ish , andwi tha mig hty he a vecastit int othe bo ttom,  w here itstruggled for a momentand th en la y s till.

"A  be a uty , sure en ough ," said Sa m.
"W orthwai t ing f or," re mar k ed Di ck."'Tis get t in g l a t e,  and Mother w i llhavegiv e n me u p, s o we'll go now. 

He pointed_to a_slight phosphorescent glow on_the water_about_twenty
yards away.__The line was_running out fast._ It was only_a hundred yards
long,_and_he must check the rush of the fish, or he would lose line and
all.__Grasping the_twine_with_both hands, he exerted a_steady strain, at
one moment being_almost jerked_out of the boat by the violent struggles
of_the_fish.  He_set his feet against the gunwale and pulled again.
With_a suddenness that threw him backwards_the tension relaxed.

"He's_gone,_Sam!_ He's torn away_the hook," he cried.

"Scrounch un for_a rebel!" said Sam indignantly. "Why_couldn't he bide
quiet!"

Dick wound up his line_rapidly, feeling no resistance until he_had
recovered about thirty yards of_it. Then_once more it began to_slip
away.

"He's not gone_yet, Sam,_after all. _I'll have him, sure as I'm_alive."

Steadily he worked_the fish in.  For a_few_moments he would_draw_in_the
line without_resistance; then there_was_a jerk;_it_swerved to right, to
left; and he_could_merely hold his own in the desperate_struggle.  But
gradually, fight_as_the fish might, it_was drawn nearer and nearer_to
the boat. At the broken water_it spent_its last_energies; phosphorescent
flashes showed where it was dashing to and fro in_the vain effort to
regain its liberty._Then, its strength exhausted,_it suffered_itself_to
be dragged slowly_towards_the boat.

Sam_was eagerly on the watch, bending over_the gunwale_to seize the fish
as soon as_it came alongside. Suddenly_he_flung out his hands, only to
draw_them back with a cry. _He had pricked them against_the_fish's_sharp
dorsal fin.  Once more_he stooped, and as Dick hauled_hard on the_line,
Sam got his arms beneath the fish,_and_with a mighty heave cast it_into
the_bottom, where it struggled for a_moment_and_then lay still.

"A beauty, sure_enough," said Sam.

"Worth waiting for," remarked_Dick.  "'Tis getting late, and Mother will
have given_me up, so_we'll go now.  