"I knowed as much from her lines," said Ben. "A good boat, I reckon."
"Aye, good enough," returned the other, then added with some pride: "She can do eight knots in a breeze and you don't have to take in sail until it's too bad weather for any Christian to be out. But she's a little small for my needs."
"Say you so? 'Tis one like her we're lookin' for. She's not too big an' she's got the speed. If you can put us next to one we'd be obleeged."
"Ah, that's easier said nor done," declared the fisherman. He eyed Ben with more interest than hitherto. "You was goin' to pay cash, I doubt?" he said.
"We was," stated Ben; and, his attention caught by something calculating in the other's look, he added: "It'd be the great luck to find a one like this. You wouldn't be sellin' her for a penny, I bet."
"No," replied the man, "but I'm not sure I wouldn't be sellin' her for the right price."
"Ah!"
"She's worth seventy-five dollars the way she stands now."
"A nice price," said Ben. "We was goin' to give sixty, weren't we, nevvy?"
"Sixty," agreed Dare solemnly.