CHAPTER VII 

 THE DAY OF THE CAMP-FIRE MAN 



I WAS buying supplies at Fort Myers for 

 our trip down the coast, when a hand was 

 laid on my shoulder and familiar tones 

 reached my ear: 



"Well, here I am! What are you going to do 

 with me? I am after the three tarpon you prom- 

 ised me." 



It was an old Camp Fire friend who spoke 

 and I had long ago promised him a chance at 

 three tarpon a day if he would join me at Myers 

 for a cruise "In the Good Old Summer Time." 

 "I never dreamed of your being within a thou- 

 sand miles and it's great luck that I happen to be 

 here now, but I'll make good. Beginning to- 

 morrow, you shall have your three tarpon a day." 

 "But I can't 'begin to-morrow.' I must be on 

 my way to New York then. I could only ar- 



105 



