Newark leader. ([Newark, Ohio]) 1917-1946, 1923-11-30

mlu%ky When hS WlnH-up, tn6y pro
pared to drag the famous Alpine hole
that lay along the south edge Of the
narrow sandbar jutting far down.
stream from the lower end of the is-
land.
This hyurs hard hole t. fish," OBJ
served Counterman, handing the near
brazil to the preacher and taking his
place at the oars with Jack, "but
they're thar, II we can git EN-"
Banks purity Steep" called Uncle
Nick from his place in the stern. "Bet-
ter not try Z wade out none"
The preacher nodded and the other
stooDed IL his task at the seine.
But when the usual circuit was COM
pleted and they began to haul in on the
seine, 1t was noticed that it did not
bow out in the wide curve spread
seine should. Instead, as the men
pulled, the sides drew in toward each
other until the floating corks stretched
out into the river in nearly parallel
lines.
"Hung up, by thunder" growled
Counterman, scraping the sweat from
his grimy forehead with a grimier fore
finger. "Snag r somethin' about forty
yards out thar-right whar the bot
toms out. too, as the feller says"
Jack walked up the bank short
distance to where the boat was
beached.
| Stripped to the skin. a figure that
might have been a model for those
master sculptors who conferred im-
morality upon the gods Of classic
| Greece, he was Just slipping into the
water when Uncle Nick came up the
| bar.
You'll find the lead line fast on
somethin'-a snag more'n likely" he
directed. "Jist hist 1t off 'Tain't no
trick--but we've lost our fish"
Wnrhope glanced back over his
shoulder and nodded. The next mo-
ment he was blowing through the
stream with strokes so powerful 1t
| seemed his great shoulders fairly
scorned the wafer and spurred IT out
| Of the way. But the task ahead proved
harder than the light remark of his
old friend had Indicated. It was only
after he had three times dived to the
bottom of Alpine hole that he was able
to locate the snag and release the
| seine.
When he swan ashore. following the
seine as Uncle Nick and Connterman
hauled 1t in, the preacher, who had
come up the bar, was seated on the
forward gsnwale of the boat, feeling
over his clothes stacked in the bow, as
If eager to assure himself that they
had not come to harm.
The wondsman was putting his wad-
ing clothes on again when a slight
thud. as Of some heavy object striking
the bottom Of the boat. caught his
quick ear. Without turning his head
he happened to be just then squeezing
the water out Of his hair before put
ting his shirt on-he was able to catch
glimpse Of the ivory butt Of six
gun protruding from a pocket Of the
black frock coat as II was being tucked
back In the pile with the tall hat and
shiny boots.
Nor was that all-with a deftness
that would hardly have been expected
In one of his profession, the slim fin
gers were feeling over the other two
stacks of clothes as II making sure
that the six-gun he had just tucked
away was the only one in the crowd.
Still. probably such an intention was
farthest from his thought. Six-gun and
ALL 1t was likely merely another Of the
many eccentricities Of man who had
the double drawback Of being profes-
sor as we'll as a tenderfoot-in the
eyes of the woodsman, combination
about as bad as could he made.
Uncle Nick and Counterman had
just finished hauling in the seine when
Jack Warhope, followed by the preach
er, came down the bar and rejoined
them. But the old mans prediction
about losing the fish proved correct.
The haul produced not a thing except
a very surprised. highly Indignant
swapping turtle. Counterman kicked
the turtle back into the water and
stared ruefully at the empty seine
Them fish has t. he made up"-he
glanced up the river-"an' thar's jist
one shore place T do it"
Mud haul" Uncle Nick finished.
"Egzac'ly. Hits sich nasty place
T. fish that 1t amt hardly ever dshed.
but they're thar"
The preacher had turned quick
look up the river: an expression Of po-
lite displeasure clouded his face-an
expression which the Others busy
with the seine. failed to notice. AS a
matter of fact, his part in the morn
ing's sport had been next to negligible.
After the mild and momentary excite
ment over the first haul. his interest
had obviously waned.
Mud haul" he muttered: "is 1t
far2"
Mile r so." grunted Uncle Nick. as
he stopped over the seine. helping
spread the meshes straight
Il really should not remain away
from the study so long" the preacher
hox fo