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 for another hour . '' `` I see someone standing up in that off boat , do n't I ? '' said Mr. Murray , reaching for the spyglass . `` No , that 's only Rob Leslie 's crew trying to fool us . They 've tried it before this afternoon . They think it would be a joke to coax us out there to broil like themselves . '' `` Frank , '' shouted Mr. Murray , `` come here , I want you . '' Aside to Benjamin he said , `` He 's my nephew -- a fine young chap . You 'll like him , I know . '' Braithwaite came over , and Mr. Murray put one hand on his shoulder and one on Benjamin 's . `` Boys , I want you to know each other . Benjamin , this is Frank Braithwaite . Frank , this is Benjamin Selby , the high line of the gulf shore , as I told you . '' While Mr. Murray was speaking , the two men looked steadily at each other . The few seconds seemed very long ; when they had passed , Benjamin knew that the other man was his rival . Braithwaite was the first to speak . He put out his hand with easy cordiality .
`` I am glad XXXXX meet you , Mr. Selby , '' he said heartily , `` although I am afraid I should feel very green in the presence of such a veteran fisherman as yourself . ''
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