"Fury!" said Dick in his thoughts. "Won't--won't you come up?" he asked aloud. "I was going to surprise you, take you some fish, and so on."
"Fish!" said Sam contemptuously; "these men will sell it to me by the acre."
"Squar mile, ef he wants it," said one of these piscatory individuals, looking up and grinning.
"Won't you all come up?" asked Dave Fletcher.
"Can't, thank you," said Sam. "Just throw that Jonah overboard, and we will go home."
"Jonah" said it was "too bad," and stole down the ladder, feeling worse than on the day he returned in the runaway schooner.
VII.
THE CAMP AT THE NUB.
Two days later the light-keeper gave Dave a holiday, that he might spend a day at the Nub. Dick Pray came after him, and as he rowed off from the lighthouse he called out to the keeper, who stood in the tower door, "Don't worry about your assistant. I will bring him home after dinner. Get here by four."
The keeper nodded his head. He said to himself, "May be; but if I don't see a boat starting off from the Nub by a quarter of four, I shan't leave it to you to bring him, but go myself for him. You are great on what you are going to do; I like the kind that does."