“You don’t think he’s on, do you?” cried Dick.
“Hey, lad, how do I know! Mebbe he is.”
“Then let’s go at once,” cried Dick excitedly.
“Nay, nay, we’ll try yon one first,” said Dave, for both the remaining trimmers were in sight, and though not where they had been laid down, they seemed to be no farther off than a lively bait and the wind might have taken them.
“Theer, lads, yow’ll hev to be saddisfied wi’ what yow’ve got. No more to-day.”
“Oh, very well!” said Dick; “but I wish we’d got something more to eat.”
“There’s one on,” said Tom excitedly, as they neared the most remote of the two trimmers.
“How do you know?”
“Saw it bob.”
“Yah! It doan’t move.”