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           Therewereothersportsboatstrollingupanddownthecoast,butGeorgedidn’tmakeanyattempttojointhem;hekeptpushingsteadilystraightonoutpastthem,towardtheopensea."Youbet,"hesaid."Wegooutwiththecommercialboats,wheretherealfishis."

           Theswellsslidby,deepemeraldononeside,chromeontheother.Theonlynoisewastheenginesputteringandhumming,offandon,astheswellsdippedtheexhaustinandoutofthewater,andthefunny,lostcryoftheraggedylittleblackbirdsswimmingaroundaskingoneanotherdirections.Everythingelsewasquiet.Someoftheguysslept,andtheotherswatchedthewater.We’dbeentrollingclosetoanhourwhenthetipofSefelt’spolearchedanddivedintothewater.

           "George!Jesus,George,giveusahand!"

           Georgewouldn’thaveathingtodowiththepole;hegrinnedandtoldSefelttoeaseuponthestardrag,keepthetippointedup,up,andworkhelloutathatfella!

           "ButwhatifIhaveaseizure?"Sefelthollered.

           "Why,we’llsimplyputhookandlineonyouanduseyouforalure,"Hardingsaid."Nowworkthatfella,asthecaptainordered,andquitworryingaboutaseizure."

           Thirtyyardsbackoftheboatthefishbrokeintothesuninashowerofsilverscales,andSefelt’seyespoppedandbegotgoexcitedwatchingthefishhelettheendofhispolegodown,andthelinesnappedintotheboatlikearubberband.

           "Up,Itoldyou!Youlethimgetastraightpull,don’tyousee?Keepthattipup...up!Youhadyouonebigsilverthere,bygolly."