He had scarcely spoken when the fish took another tack, dragging poor
Giant toward the shore, some distance above the camp. Snap and
Whopper hurried in the direction, and as the little youth managed to
get a footing near the beach they ran in up to their ankles and
dragged him to safety. Then all three began to haul in on the
fishing line.
"I see what it is!" cried Snap. "A maskalonge---and a whopper,
too!"
Snap was right, and it was no mean task to bring the fish to the
shore, and even then it flopped around in a manner that scared
them a little. The maskalonge was dark gray in color with small
black spots, and measured all of four feet and a half from head
to tail.
"My, but he is a whopper!" cried Shep, as he ran the boat ashore
and surveyed the haul. "No wonder he yanked Giant overboard."
"Giant, you can be proud of such a haul," said Snap. "I guess
he's the king-pin of all the pike in this lake."
"Well, I am proud," answered Giant, with a grin. "Just the same,
I don't relish being pulled overboard for any fish in the lake.
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