Together we hove up the rope till the anchor I 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 splintered between Charley's body and mine.
"That's remarkably like a bullet, lad," he said reflectively. "And it's a long shot Big Alec's making."
"And he's using smokeless powder," he concluded, after an examination of the mile-distant shore. "That's why we can't hear the report."
I looked at the shore, but could see no
