THE BIG MARLIN AT GALLAGHER'S 



must have satisfied his hunger. I felt that 

 he would remain where food was so plenti- 

 ful, and the moon being young and the 

 nights dark, the early morning would be the 

 time to find the fish hungry. 



The following morning at seven-thirty, we 

 were bound for Gallagher's. We had trolled 

 about the cove but a few moments when a 

 large marlin side-wiped my bait leaving only 

 the head of the flying-fish on the hook as a 

 token of his fencing ability. 



He must have been a pricked fish with a 

 good memory, for, although we baited up 

 with a fresh flying-fish, no amount of coax- 

 ing had any results. As a rule, fish as 

 hungry as he appeared to be, return for more 

 food. 



The next morning we were back at Gal- 

 lagher's. We had hardly entered the cove 

 when I saw the giant fish, showing his dorsal 

 fin and tail, coming on the surface at rail- 

 road speed, and shouted: "Here he comes." 



He hit the bait and the line ran out. I 

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