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Updated: May 27, 2025
"I wouldn't care so much," grumbled Fritz, as he trailed along, "if only I had a gun along. But it's tough luck to be smooching through a place like this, where a sly old cat may be watching you from the branch overhead, and your trusty Marlin hanging on the nails at home."
He had already dropped down on one knee. The Marlin stock rested against his cheek, and his eyes sighted along the barrel. Andy fairly held his breath, his startled eyes glued on that swaying head of the monster. Then came the sharp report as Frank pulled the trigger.
Soon he went down. Then a little later I saw what Dan called a Marlin. He had big flippers, wide apart. I took him for a broadbill. We circled him, and before he saw a bait he leaped twice, coming about half out, with belly toward us. He looked huge, but just how big it was impossible to say. After a while he came up, and we circled him.
The Snipe took him from the cabin down to the creek. Then back to the cabin. There he showed him where someone had dug what might have been a hole under the sill log, near the door. A horse was certainly missing. Then, shells from two different rifles were picked out of the ashes. One size had been fired from a Winchester rifle; the others, much more numerous, belonged to a Marlin.
Any one who imagines that man has advanced much beyond the savage stage has only carefully to observe fishermen. I have demonstrated the practicability of letting Marlin swordfish go after they were beaten, but almost all of the boatmen will not do it.
What you want is a single-shot rifle, or a deer that will stand still." Saunders turned and pointed to the dismembered carcass that hung from a fir branch close at hand. "I got that one on the run, and there was a time when I'd have had one for every ca'tridge, instead of plugging Marlin bullets into trees. It was a sport I was meant for." He paused and sighed.
"But I thought you suspected us of setting fire to the forest," said Charley. "I never said so," replied Mr. Marlin. "I merely asked you if you had started the fire." "It's pretty much the same thing," said Charley. "Not at all, young man. Not at all. I did not really suspect you. But I saw there was a possibility that you might have done just what I suggested.
He shook his head. "That's a big Marlin and you've got him foul-hooked," he asserted. This statement was made at the end of three hours and more. I did not agree. Dan and I often had arguments. He always tackled me when I was in some such situation as this for then, of course, he had the best of it. My brother Rome was in the boat that day, an intensely interested observer.
"Pretty soon them drunken devils come a-tumblin' out of the fore hatch, picks up half a dozen capstan bars and some belyin' pins and a marlin spike or two and runs aft a-hollerin' and yellin'. I gives 'em one warnin' and then fires." The "pirate" stopped, coughed and looked around. "Oh, please go on," begged Pauline. "Yes, miss," replied the sailor, "but this talking affects my throat.
Marlin was right when he said the fellows couldn't be listening in for me all the time, but you just bet I'm going to figure out some way to use my wireless. Why, I've got to, if I'm going to make good. This whole neck of the woods could burn up while I'm hiking twelve miles to call help and twelve more to get back to the blaze.
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