out to the fishing
grounds, where the nets were.

"Say, this is rough, all right!" exclaimed Blake, as they found
themselves in the boiling, frothing surf.

"That's what!" agreed Joe.

"Let me out! I want to walk!" pleaded Macaroni, who was not very fond of
the water.

"You'll be all right in a minute!" called Abe Haskill, who was captain
of the boat. "Soon as you git out beyond the breakers you won't mind
it."

And they found that they did not, though there was some motion, as there
was quite a swell on. They reached the nets safely, and while the meshes
were hauled up, bringing a good catch of fish, the moving picture boys
took many views. It was interesting as well as instructive.

"This would make a good educational reel," suggested Blake, as he spread
his legs to maintain his balance against the rocking motion of the boat.

"Indeed it would," observed Joe. "Look, there's some one overboard!" and
he pointed to one of the other boats.

A man had indeed slipped into the sea. The moving picture boys were
ready, however, and trained one of the cameras on the fisherman, who,
laughing at his mishap, soon swam to the boat again, and was pulled in.

It took some little time to haul the nets, but at last, with their own
boat well filled with flapping fish, as were the others, Joe and Blake
started for shore.

"Well, we made out all right, I think," said Blake, as he looked to see
if there was any more film left in his machine.

"Sure we did," declared his chum. "If we had to take some other views we
could."

"We'll want some of the landing of the boats, and the carting of the
fish up to the sheds," Blake reminded him.

"That's right, we will. I guess I can----"

Joe did not finish his sentence. At that moment there came a jar and
Blake cried:

"We've hit something!"

"No, something has hit _us_!" corrected one of the fishermen, leaping
up, and grabbing a long, iron-shod pole.

"What is it?" demanded Joe.

"A pesky swordfish. He's ramming us, and he may poke a hole in us! If I
can get a chance I'll jab him!" and the man leaned over the side. As he
did so there came another attack on the craft, so fierce that it heeled
over, and the man with the pole, giving a cry, was flung overboard.

CHAPTER XV

SUSPICIOUS ACTIONS

"Man overboard!" cried several of the fishermen.

"Yes, and with a pesky swordfish too close for comfort!" added Abe
Haskill. "Stop that motor, Bunker; we'll have to pick him