ff. Then, down out of sight went his meerschaum, for
beyond the stile appeared the face of the great purist, who looked
cautiously around, stepped stealthily over, laid down his rod, walked a
little down stream to a point whence he could see the half-visible
figure of Grey very clear in the noonday light in the water of the next
pool. Then he returned and waded in to fish the Rowan.

"Here's a chance for the Kodak," muttered the witness, shrinking into
cover, and scarcely breathing lest his hiding-place should be revealed.

The purist was too intent upon his design of fishing another man's pool
once down, without loss of time, to look about him carefully. The
coast was so obviously clear. Brown therefore took snapshots, a round
dozen, of what followed: (1) A fisherman armed with a 12-ft. spinning
rod, wading into the water at the precise bit of shingle previously
trodden by Grey; (2) a guilty-looking man, looking up and down stream
before making the first cast of a full-sized blue phantom; (3) the act
of casting, well done, and dropping the bait in the exact place
required; (4) the steady winding in of the line with the rod-point kept
low; (5) the phantom and its triangles dangling a yard from the
rod-point in mid-air, in pause for a fresh cast; (6) the bend of the
rod as a hooked fish set the winch a-scream; (7) the figure of a
dripping salmon curved in a fine leap out of water; (8) the retreat of
the purist to dry shingle, playing the fish the while with a cool,
strong hand; (9) the tailing out of the fish (with a backward view of
the fisherman); (10) the slaying of the salmon with a blow from a
pebble on the back of the head; (11) attention to tackle and removal of
phantom, fish lying in background; (12) disappearance of the purist
over the stile, dead fish suspended by the right hand, hanging for a
moment on near side as fisherman clambered down the off side of stile.

The three men met later at the rendezvous for the wagonette. Grey and
Brown were waiting in a state of suppressed hilarity as the other
emerged from the plantation, placidly carrying his salmon by a piece of
looped cord.

"Any sport?" he asked. Grey explained that he had had none--not a rise
all day. Yet he had fished the Rowan Pool carefully twice down, and
the other pool also.

"What did he take?" asked Brown, pointing to the bright little
10-pounder. The purist did not trouble to reply in words; he merely
pointed to the fly left in the