THE BOOK OF THE TARPON 



ing pools beneath our paddles swallowed up the 

 little light that streamed from the hook. A 

 handkerchief was torn in two and half of it tied 

 to the hook. Before it trailed a minute a tarpon 

 had it and in half an hour we had the tarpon. 

 In that half hour, before we released the fish, 

 we rode in a chariot of fire. We gridironed the 

 pass with lines of light and sailed beside a score 

 of fountains of fire. Three times we played the 

 game and only stopped when an outgoing tide 

 met an incoming breeze which broke the surface 

 of the water until the whole pass from the light- 

 house to the opposite shore was covered with bil- 

 lows of flame. 



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