“The man gave a hoarse cry “The man gave a hoarse cry.” His wrist was caught in the rope and “ He shot over the side of the skiff as if he had roped a runaway locomotive.” “Then the line went slack as the sea devil jumped again.” The man was losing hope. After a grueling fight with the sea devil “the man began to move through the placid water.” He came to the skiff at last and climbed into it totally exhausted. The man was out fishing at night for mullet. He saw a ripples and swirls in the water. Suddenly the sea devil plunged under the skiff dragging the man off balance. Once aboard the skiff, the man reached down, and picked up the mullet and let it go into the water. “He knew one thing. He would do no more casting alone at night. Not in the dark of the moon.”