MORE ABOUT THE OTTER 133 
more violently than before, and a rippling furrow, low 
down, shoots towards the narrow inlet. The furrow 
breaks, up shoots the head of a pike, and beneath it 
a brown head shows, fast gripped on to the other. All 
is done much more quickly than I can write it 
As I walked away I heard a shot, and, passing on 
the opposite bank, was hailed by a man of my ac- 
quaintance, who shouted to me that he ' had got him.' 
By the tail he held the otter. Its love for pike had 
cost the brave creature its life. 
