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Three hundred yards up the river, in the shade of a huge bowlder, round an end of which the water hurried in a green swirl that it ht the sooner lie quiet in the deep, dark pool below, Good Indian, picking his solitary way over the loose rocks, ca a corner of his flabby ly detached a fly from his leader, hooked it into the proper compartment of his fly-book, and hesitated over his selection of another to take its place Absorption rit deep on his gross countenance, and he recognized the intruder by the briefest of flickering glances and the slightest of nods

"Keep back fro his head toward the still pool "I ain't tried it yet"

Good Indian was not particularly interested in his own fishing The sight of Bau cheeks and sagging pipe, his flopping old hat and baggy canvas fishing-coat, with his battered basket slung over his slouching shoulder and sagging with the weight of his catch; the sloppy wrinkles of his high, rubber boots shining blackly froht his errant attention, and stayed him for a few minutes to watch

Loosely disreputable looked Lawyer Baued hole in his hat-crohere a wisp of graying hair fluttered through, to the toes of his ungainly, rubber-clad feet; loosely disreputable, but not coht be a slovenly ers that chose a fly and knotted it fast upon the leader There was no bungling movement of hand or foot when he laid his pipe upon the rock, tiptoed around the corner, sent abranches of an overhanging tree, pulled out his six feet of silk line with a sweep of his ar over the glassy center of the pool

Good Indian, looking at him, felt instinctively that a part, at least, of the man's nature was nakedly revealed to him then It seemed scarcely fair to read the lust of hia between the loose lips drawn back in a grin that was half-snarl, half-involuntary contraction ofthing slithered up, snapped at the fly, and flashed away to the tune of singing reel and the dance of the swaying rod The rew suddenly cruel and crafty and full of lust; and Good Indian, watching him, was conscious of an inward shudder of repulsion He had fished all his life--had Good Indian--and had found joy in the sport And here was he inwardly conde, hateful; aalive and at his ed with i in words, but he felt it nevertheless