Little Harry had just come home from France where he had been mixed up in
the big--_episode_.
One fine day I said to myself, "While I'm waiting here, I guess I'll go
home." So I got a short leave and the next that was seen of me I was
stepping off the train in Bridgeboro. That was early in the morning; the
dawn was just breaking. Pretty soon it broke. Just as it was all broken I
saw Jake Holden, the fisherman, standing near the milk train. You'll see
that this is a fish story. It is a fishing _episode_.
That man persuaded me to go fishing with him. I knew that if I went home
I'd have to meet all my sister's friends and maybe drink tea and play
tennis. So I decided to go fishing with Jake. I thought I'd be safer. I
was a coward. I was _afraid_ to go home and drink tea and play tennis.
So I went up to the old house-boat where the governor had it tied up in
the creek near home.
The scene was dark and gloomy. It was early in the morning. Even the swamp
grass wasn't up; it was all trampled down. Not a sound could be
heard-except the milkman rattling bottles up near the house.
I crept into the house-boat, took off my uniform, put it into a locker that
I had the key of and togged myself out in a set of old rags which I found
there.
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