“But they might fish it up again.”
“Oh, yes! I daresay they would,” replied Will with a smile.
“I say,” cried Dick, “I wish you wouldn’t call things by such names. What’s a creeper?”
“These are creepers that we’ve just put down; grapnels.”
“Ah, we call them drags in London,” said Dick. “I say, I should like to go in a trawler.”
“Well, you easily can,” replied Will, “if you are going to stay here.”
“Think you’ve got a bite yet?”
“What, at the baits? Let’s try.”
Josh was already putting the boat about, and was beginning to row back over the same ground towards the first buoy.
“Oh, you’re going to try there first!” said Dick.