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 to 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 . '' His frank courtesy compelled some return . Benjamin took the proffered hand with restraint . `` I 'm sorry there 's no mackerel going this afternoon , '' continued the American . `` I wanted to have a chance at them . I never saw mackerel caught before . I suppose I 'll be very awkward at first . '' `` It 's not a very hard thing to do , '' said Benjamin stiffly , speaking for the first time since their meeting .
`` Most anybody could catch mackerel for a while -- it 's the sticking XXXXX it that counts . ''
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