“Yes.”
“We go to the right of the island, don’t we?” said Jock, in a low voice.
“Yes.”
“This side is what they call the Little Seaut, isn’t it?” he inquired.
“Yes.”
The boys glanced nervously again at the seething waters in the distance. The fact that they were to go through the “Little” Seaut, instead of the Big, did not seem to afford any great amount of comfort; but neither spoke, and their boatman, they had already discovered, was very different from Ethan, and not inclined to conversation of any kind.
“You’d better reel in your lines, boys,” said George, quietly.
“I thought you said this was where the fish were,” said Jock, nevertheless beginning to reel in as the boatman directed.
“No. Down below the rapids. The fish work up into the bays and lie there for what they want to come down the stream, and then they dart out and get it. I’m going to land here for a moment.”