"What fish?" asked the other.
"Why, that one near the shore. He is over five feet long."
Scott pointed at a man who had just taken a small boy on his back, and was wading out to a boat, with a man on each side of him.
"I don't see any fish," added Laybold, straining his eyes as he gazed earnestly in the direction indicated by his companion.
"Don't you? Then you are a little blind in one of your ears. There he goes towards the boat."
"What is it?" asked several others.
"A big fish," replied Scott, demurely.
"I see some men, but no fish," said Laybold.
"There, he has stopped by the boat."
"That isn't a fish; it's a man."