“Well, I don’t believe you could.”
“Dunno,” said the old fellow. “I’m thinking I can if I uses a sort o’ stirrup.”
“What’s that?”
“I’ll show you bime-by. Well, what shall we do?”
“I’m going to get out on one of those coral rocks and have a good look at the pools of water and the things in them. Perhaps collect some shells.”
“Why not?” said Bostock. “I’ve got the bucket yonder, and one of the axes. We might collect a lot to take on board, and the oysters’ll do for soup.”
“Oh, you mean the pearl shells.”
“Yes; didn’t you, sir?”
“No, I meant any kind: but let’s try for some of those big shells and open them. We may find some pearls.”
“That’s right, Master Carey, and when you’re tired o’ that look here.”