120 ANGLING & ART IN SCOTLAND 



off the demonstration by pitching himself side- 

 ways clean out of the water. My heart came into 

 my mouth, and it took several swallows to get it 

 back into place. There is something superb in a 

 display of strength such as this ! 



The Man in the Street, with the usual per- 

 spicacity which is accorded to him, says, " That 

 is all very well ! But why did you not stop him ? " 

 Stop him, indeed ! attempt to stop a hound in full 

 cry with a single strand of cotton I You would 

 have an equal chance of success. 



By the way, who is this " Man in the Street" ? I 

 must confess I do not know. You, my friend, 

 who read, of course are not he ; nor, equally of 

 course, is it I who write, for no writer can be 

 the " Man in the Street." He is evidently one of 

 "The Masses," of whom we hear so much. He 

 appears to ask foolish questions, and gets hold of 

 the wrong end of all subjects. Ronald would 

 know naught of him ; he would be to him probably 

 the man on the moor, who came from London ; 

 but I have not broached the subject to him. 



"Good Lord! Ronald!" I exclaimed, in the 

 excitement of the moment, "what a monster he 

 is I Why, the eighteen-pounder the other day, 



