“I guess I’ve got as good a right there as you have.”
“Oh, of course, but I thought you might not like to see Jessica, seeing that she had such bad taste as to go out with Noddy Nixon.”
“She doesn’t know him as well as we do,” said Ned hotly.
“Never mind, I was only joking,” Jerry added. “We’ll all go to the lighthouse, and see what we can learn.”
When the boys got home that night they found Sam awaiting them. He was in the dining room and was telling Mrs. Hopkins some of his sea stories. Jerry’s mother was much interested in the old sailor.
“Want to go blue fishing to-morrow?” Sam asked, when the boys had begun eating a little lunch the cook sent in, probably in honor of Bob.
“Sure!” was the cry in a chorus.
“They’re running fine,” the sailor replied. “Old Pete Scud went out to-day and got forty-five.”
They arranged to go the next day, and started early in the morning. They had excellent sport, and the boys landed several beauties.
“What will we do with them all?” asked Jerry as he looked at the pile of fish in the big basket in the boat.