Mr. Murray and Braithwaite were standing by the skids , watching the dory . `` Who is that young fellow ? '' asked the latter . `` What a splendid physique he has ! It 's a pleasure to watch him rowing . '' `` That , '' said the older man , with a certain proprietary pride in his tone , `` is Benjamin Selby -- the best mackerel fisherman on the island . He 's been high line all along the gulf shore for years . I do n't know a finer man every way you take him . Maybe you 'll think I 'm partial , '' he continued with a smile . `` You see , he and Mary Stella think a good deal of each other . I expect to have Benjamin for a son-in-law some day if all goes well . '' Braithwaite 's expression changed slightly . He walked over to the dory and helped Mary Stella out of it while Benjamin made the painter fast . When the latter turned , Mary Stella was walking across the rocks with her cousin . Benjamin 's blue eyes darkened , and he strode moodily over to the boats . `` You were n't out this morning , Mr. Murray ? '' `` No , that hay had to be took in . Reckon I missed it -- pretty good catch , they tell me . Are they getting any now ? '' `` No .
It 's not likely the fish will begin to bite again XXXXX another hour . ''
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