He followed the shore of the river about a half-mile downward, when he settled himself by a huge rock that projected a few feet into the water.

He had just thrown his line into the stream, when he heard the crackling of bushes behind him, and, turning, saw the hunter walking in a direction parallel with the river, with his head bent, as if in thought.

Apparently he was unsuspicious of the presence of any one.
Teddy at once sunk down to screen himself as he watched the movements of his old foe, out of all manner of patience with himself that he had left his rifle at home, and possessed only the arms that nature had furnished him.

Still, he resolved that the man should be secured, if possible.
"Arrah, now, be aisy!" he whispered, "and yees may cotch a fish that didn't nibble at yer bait.

Whisht! but do ye _saa_ him?
But _isn't_ he a strappin' fellow, to be sure--a raal shark ten foot long, with claws like an alligator!" The hunter walked but a few rods, when he seated himself upon a fallen tree, with his back toward the Irishman.