382 Big Game Fishes 



and I was holding it by the hammerlike projec- 

 tions while it writhed and lunged. In this man- 

 ner this hard-fighting, gamy shark was towed in, 

 its courtiers, the black remoras, clinging to it 

 even when twenty men seized the line and drew 

 the struggling animal upon the sands, a type of 

 the utterly fearless brute of the sea an animal 

 that defied scores of men, swimming among their 

 boats, paying no attention to bullet or club, sail- 

 ing about with complete indifference, only going 

 down before superior numbers. 



