"Come," he cried again. "Let us make a fishing party!"
"The trouble with fishing parties is," Tommy drawled, "that there's always some damn fool along who wants to fish."—Which was, I think, not only the best thing Tommy ever said but, in the circumstances, the best that could have been said.
The professor sat down again rather suddenly and blinked at us.
"So! Then we do not fish," he murmured, and after another thoughtful pause went below.
"I don't suppose we ought to insult him," I suggested, not intending any one to think I meant it.
"I don't care what we do to him," Tommy savagely retorted. "All the good you've got out of this cruise will go to the bow-wows. I won't have it, I tell you! Let's chuck him overboard!"
"Chuck over your grouch," I laughed, although his proposition interested me.
"Oh, I haven't any grouch," he turned away; but swung back, asking: "Are you going to give up?"
"Most certainly not!"
"Then why don't you get busy?"