174 AN ANGLER AT LARGE 



I : I know the beast. On the far side he lies, 

 just below a drain. 



CHAVEN : No, that one's in the next meadow. 

 Wickham means the one about sixty yards above 

 the third plank. 



I : There's no corner for a good hundred yards 

 above the third plank. 



CHAVEN : That depends on what you call a 

 corner. There's a distinct bend 



WICK : This was a corner. Turns to the left. 



I : To the right, you mean. 



CHAVEN : Oh ! that's the one you mean. That 

 one's right up beyond the hedge. That's the one 

 under the alder. 



WICK : No. There wasn't any alder. The 

 bank's quite clear. 



I : Well, which side was he ? 



WICK : My side. 



I : Your side ? Nonsense ! 



CHAVEN : Of course. He's about a pound and a 

 half. 



I : You don't mean the one with the white 

 mark ? 



CHAVEN : No, that's about twenty yards above 

 Wickham's fish. 



WICK : No. I saw him just before I got to the 

 one I'm telling you about. About thirty yards 

 below. But he saw me and bolted. Besides, 



