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no account, strike him until he does make the second 

 run." 



After fixing him up all right and telling him what 

 time to expect me back, in the evening, I jumped into 

 the buggy and was about to start, when away went 

 Tubby's big float with a terrific rush, evidently tugged 

 at by a large fish. On looking at my watch I found 

 there was barely time to catch my train, so calling to 

 Tubby to remember my directions, and on no account 

 to strike until the fish made the second run, I drove 

 away. 



It was late in the evening when I returned to the 

 hotel and Tubby had not come in from the lake. I 

 called a couple of the boys and we hurried off to the 

 spot at which I had left Tubby in the morning. There, 

 in the gathering gloom, we found him, eagerly watch- 

 ing his rod, with rapt attention, oblivious to everything 

 around. 



"Hallo, Tnbby, old man, any luck?" I asked. 



"How the bloody blazes do I know yet?" he answered 

 pettishly. 



"Well, old chap," I said; "if after fishing for fourteen 

 mortal hours in one spot, you are unable to answer my 

 query, you must be a bird of a fisherman." 



"Oh, rats!" he jerked out, "the blarsted fish ain't 

 made his second run yet!" 



"What!" I roared, in amazement; "do you seriously 

 mean to say this is the same bite I left you with this 

 morning?" 



"Course it is," he replied. 



We took a boat and by the aid of a lamp followed 

 the line through the w r eeds (for to budge it an inch 

 by the hardest pulling we found to be impossible), until 

 we ultimately reached the spot at Avhich the line term- 

 inated in a large bunch of weeds, weighing about a 

 hundredweight. This we lifted into the boat and rowed 

 ashore, where we commenced to examine it. There, in 

 the very center of the weedy mass, was Tubby's hook, 

 and attached to it the gills only of what had recently 



