“Then they are going over the sands, and the lads’ll get them. Can’t shoot a seine if there’s rocks anywhere near,” added Josh for the visitor’s information. “Get the net torn, and the mack’rel would get out of the hole or under the bottom, where it rests on the rocks. You’d like to stop and see them shoot?”
“What—the mackerel?” said Dick.
“Yah! No; the net.”
“Shoot it?” said Dick.
“Yes; shoot it over into the sea.”
“Oh! I understand,” said Dick; “but they shoot rubbish.”
“Oh, they shoot rubbish, do they?” said Josh.
“Yes, about London,” replied Dick. “Look how he’s waving his arms about.”
“Yes. School’s going off another way. P’r’aps they mayn’t get a chance to shoot, for the school may go out to sea.”
“Let’s row close up. I want to see,” cried Dick.