304 POUNDS
R. C. GREY AND RECORD MARLIN
“Do you fellows take me for a drag-horse?” inquired R. C., mildly. “I’ve caught enough swordfish for this year.”
“Why, man, it’s the day!” exclaimed Captain Dan, in amaze and fear.
“Humph!” replied my brother.
“But the chance for a record!” I added, weakly. “Only ten o’clock.... Three swordfish already.... Great chance for Dan, you know.... Beat the dickens out of these other fishermen.”
“Aw, that’s a lot of ‘con’!” replied my brother.
Very eloquently then I elaborated on the fact that we were releasing the fish, inaugurating a sportsman-like example never before done there; that it really bid fair to be a wonderful day; that I was having a great chance to snap pictures of leaping fish; that it would be a favor to me for him to go the limit on this one occasion.