place of the barb, the hook is filed long and tapering to a point as sharp as that of a needle. These hooks are only a few inches apart, and when several thousand of them are suspended just above the bottom, like a fringe, for a couple of hundred fathoms, they present a formidable obstacle to the fish that travel along the bottom.
Such a fish is the sturgeon, which goes rooting along like a pig, and indeed is often called 'pig-fish.' Pricked by the first hook it touches, the sturgeon gives a startled leap and comes into contact with half a dozen more hooks. Then it threshes about wildly, until it receives hook after hook in its soft flesh; and the hooks, straining from many different angles, hold the luckless fish fast until it is drowned. Because no sturgeon can pass through a Chinese line, the device is called a trap in the fish laws; and because it bids fair to exterminate the sturgeon, it is branded by the fish laws as illegal. And such a line, we were confident, Big Alec intended setting, in open and flagrant violation of the law.
Several days passed after the visit of Big Alec, during which Charley and I kept a sharp watch on him. He towed his ark around the Solano Wharf and into the big bight at Turner's Shipyard. The bight we knew to be good ground for sturgeon, and there we felt sure the King of the Greeks intended to begin operations. The tide circled like a mill-race in and out of this bight, and made it possible to raise, lower, or set a Chinese line only at slack water. So between the tides Charley and I made it a point for one or the other of us to keep a lookout from the Solano Wharf .
On the fourth day I was lying in the sun behind the stringer-piece of the wharf, when I saw a skiff leave the distant shore and pull out into the bight. In an instant the glasses were at my eyes and I was following every movement of the skiff. There were two men in it, and though it was a good mile away, I made out one of them to be Big Alec; and ere the skiff returned to shore I made out enough more to know that the Greek had set his line.
'Big Alec has a Chinese line out in the bight off Turner's Shipyard,' Charley Le Grant said that afternoon to Carmintel.
A fleeting expression of annoyance passed over the patrolman's face, and then he said, 'Yes?' in an absent way, and that was all.
Charley bit his lip with suppressed anger and turned on his heel.
'Are you game, my lad?' he said to me later on in the evening, just as we finished washing down the
A lump came up in my throat, and I could only nod my head.
'Well, then,' and Charley's eyes glittered in a determined way, 'we've got to capture Big Alec between us, you and I, and we've got to do it in spite of Carmintel. Will you lend a hand?'
'It's a hard proposition, but we can do it,' he added after a pause.
'Of course we can,' I supplemented enthusiastically.
And then he said, 'Of course we can,' and we shook hands on it and went to bed.
But it was no easy task we had set ourselves. In order to convict a man of illegal fishing, it was necessary to catch him in the act with all the evidence of the crime about him—the hooks, the lines, the fish, and the man himself. This meant that we must take Big Alec on the open water, where he could see us coming and prepare for us one of the warm receptions for which he was noted.
'There's no getting around it,' Charley said one morning. 'If we can only get alongside it's an even toss, and there's nothing left for us but to try and get alongside. Come on, lad.'
We were in the Columbia River salmon boat, the one we had used against the Chinese shrimp-catchers. Slack water had come, and as we dropped around the end of the Solano Wharf we saw Big Alec at work, running his line and removing the fish.
'Change places,' Charley commanded, 'and steer just astern of him as though you're going into the shipyard.'
I took the tiller, and Charley sat down on a thwart amidships, placing his revolver handily beside him.
'If he begins to shoot,' he cautioned, 'get down in the bottom and steer from there, so that nothing more than your hand will be exposed.'
I nodded, and we kept silent after that, the boat slipping gently through the water and Big Alec growing nearer and nearer. We could see him quite plainly, gaffing the sturgeon and throwing them into the boat while his companion ran the line and cleared the hooks as he dropped them back into the water. Nevertheless, we were five hundred yards away when the big fisherman hailed us.
'Here! You! What do you want?' he shouted.
'Keep going,' Charley whispered, 'just as though you didn't hear him.'
The next few moments were very anxious ones. The fisherman was studying us sharply, while we were gliding up on him every second.
'You keep off if you know what's good for you!' he called out suddenly, as though he had made up his mind as to who and what we were. 'If you don't, I'll fix you!'
He brought a rifle to his shoulder and trained it on me.
'Now will you keep off?' he demanded.
I could hear Charley groan with disappointment. 'Keep off,' he whispered; 'it's all up for this time.'
I put up the tiller and eased the sheet, and the salmon boat ran off five or six points. Big Alec watched us till we were out of range, when he returned to his work.
'You'd better leave Big Alec alone,' Carmintel said, rather sourly, to Charley that night.
'So he's been complaining to you, has he?' Charley said significantly.
Carmintel flushed painfully. 'You'd better leave him alone, I tell you,' he repeated. 'He's a dangerous man, and it won't pay to fool with him.'
'Yes,' Charley answered softly; 'I've heard that it pays better to leave him alone.'
This was a direct thrust at Carmintel, and we could see by the expression of his face that it sank home. For it was common knowledge that Big Alec was as willing to bribe as to fight, and that of late years more than one patrolman had handled the fisherman's money.
'Do you mean to say—' Carmintel began, in a bullying tone.
But Charley cut him off shortly. 'I mean to say nothing,' he said. 'You heard what I said, and if the cap fits, why—'
He shrugged his shoulders, and Carmintel glowered at him, speechless.
'What we want is imagination,' Charley said to me one day, when we had attempted to creep upon Big Alec in the gray of dawn and had been shot at for our trouble.
And thereafter, and for many days, I cudgelled my brains trying to imagine some possible way by which two men, on an open stretch of water, could capture another who knew how to use a rifle and was never to be found without one. Regularly, every slack water, without slyness, boldly and openly in the broad day, Big Alec was to be seen running his line. And what made it particularly exasperating was the fact that every fisherman, from Benicia to Vallejo , knew that he was successfully defying us. Carmintel also bothered us, for he kept us busy among the shad-fishers of San Pablo , so that we had little time to spare on the King of the Greeks. But Charley's wife and children lived at Benicia , and we had made the place our headquarters, so that we always returned to it.
'I'll tell you what we can do,' I said, after several fruitless weeks had passed; 'we can wait some slack water till Big Alec has run his line and gone ashore with the fish, and then we can go out and capture the line. It will put him to time and expense to make another, and then we'll figure to capture that too. If we can't capture him, we can discourage him, you see.'
Charley saw, and said it wasn't a bad idea. We watched our chance, and the next low-water slack, after Big Alec had removed the fish from the line and returned ashore, we went out in the salmon boat. We had the bearings of the line from shore marks, and we knew we would have no difficulty in locating it. The first of the flood tide was setting in, when we ran below where we thought the line was stretched and dropped over a fishing-boat anchor. Keeping a short rope to the anchor, so that it barely touched the bottom, we dragged it slowly along until it stuck and the boat fetched up hard and fast.
'We've got it,' Charley cried. 'Come on and lend a hand to get it in.'
Together we hove up the rope till the anchor came in sight with the sturgeon line caught across one of the flukes. Scores of the murderous-looking hooks flashed into sight as we cleared the anchor, and we had just started to run along the line to the end where we could begin to lift it, when a sharp thud in the boat startled us. We looked about, but saw nothing and returned to our work. An instant later there was a similar sharp thud and the gunwale
