THE BOATMEN OF AVALON 



"Mexican Joe," hunted him up and started 

 out fishing. 



Now Mexican Joe in the Professor's day 

 and at the time I would tell of was two dif- 

 ferent beings. Joe had grown old and care- 

 less and no longer took much interest in 

 his trade. His boat and tackle were 

 antiquated and what custom he had was 

 owing to his past reputation, for he had 

 been one of the earliest and best fishermen 

 at Avalon. 



My friend fished with fair luck and cap- 

 tured a few albacore. Towards sunset when 

 some miles from land, the launch suddenly 

 stopped and Joe began to tinker with the 

 engine, but to no avail. After trying every 

 trick he knew of he went forward and 

 sounded the gasolene tank and informed my 

 enthusiastic fishing friend that the last drop 

 of gasolene had disappeared. 



Joe was not at all disturbed at the situ- 

 ation, remarking that they would surely be 

 picked up during the night or on the mor- 

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