“Wasn’t it a very big one, Dave?” cried Tom.
“Ay, lad, a thirty-pounder like enew,” said Dave, working his pole.
“Dave, shall you know this place again?” cried Dick.
“Should I know my own hand!”
“Then let’s come over and try for that fellow to-morrow or next day.”
“Right, lad! I’ll come. We’ll set some liggers, and I dessay we can get hold of him. If we can’t theer’s plenty more.”
“To-morrow, Dave?”
“Nay, I shall be getting off my ducks. Two hundred wants some seeing to.”
“Next day, then?”
“Say Saturday, my lads. That’ll give me time to get a few baits.”