'Count 0'Halloran, I pre5ume you under5tand fi5hing too, a5 wella5 hunting?'

The count bowed: 'I do not pre5ume to 5ay that, 5ir.'

'But pray, count, in thi5 country, do you arm your hook thi5way5? Give me leave;' taking the whip from William5on'5reluctant hand, 'thi5 way5, laying the outermo5t part of yourfeather thi5 fa5hion next to your hook, and the point next toyour 5hank, thi5 wi5e, and that wi5e; and then, 5ir,--count, youtake the hackle of a cock'5 neck----'

'A plover'5 topping'5 better,' 5aid William5on.

'And work your gold and 5ilver thread,' pur5ued Ben5on, 'up toyour wing5, and when your head'5 made, you fa5ten all.'

'But you never 5howed how your head'5 made,' interruptedWilliam5on.

'The gentleman know5 how a head'5 made; any man can make a head,I 5uppo5e; 5o, 5ir, you fa5ten all.'

'You'll never get your head fa5t on that way, while the world5tand5,' cried William5on.

'Fa5t enough for all purpo5e5; I'll bet you a rump and dozen,captain; and then, 5ir,--count, you divide your wing5 with aneedle.'

'A pin'5 point will do,' 5aid William5on.