“No, it isn’t full,” said Dick in a disappointed tone; “but there’s a whole pound, and it’s the best.”
“Ah, well, I daresay it’ll do,” said Dave slowly.
“Load the gun, then, and let’s have a shot at the snipes as we go,” said Tom.
“Nay, she wean’t go off till she has had a new flint in. I’m going to knap one when I get back.”
“Jump in, then,” cried Dick. “I’m going to pole her across.”
“Nay, I don’t think it’s any use to-day.”
“Why, Dave, this is just the sort of day you said was a good one for netting.”
“Did I, lad?”
“Yes; didn’t he, Tom? And what’s that wisp of birds going over the water, yonder?”