382 Big Game Fishes 
and I was holding it by the hammerlike projec- 
tions while it writhed and lunged. In this man- 
ner this hard-fighting, gamy shark was towed in, 
its courtiers, the black remoras, clinging to it 
even when twenty men seized the line and drew 
the struggling animal upon the sands, a type of 
the utterly fearless brute of the sea—an animal 
that defied scores of men, swimming among their 
boats, paying no attention to bullet or club, sail- 
ing about with complete indifference, only going 
down before superior numbers. 
