“Did you catch it?” said Dick.
“No, Master Ritchard, sir, I didn’t ketch it, only poked at it like with a stick, for it didn’t seem good to eat, and it wasn’t the sort of thing you’d care to put in your pocket, even if you’d got one big enough, so I left it alone.”
“I’ve heard that they grow very large in the neighbourhood of Jersey,” said Mr Temple.
“Do they, though?” said Josh. “Well, they’re gashly things, and I don’t want to know any more of ’em. Squid and cuttle do very well for us ’bout here.”
“Squid, as you call them, are found of immense size in the cold seas towards and in the Arctic circle, large enough, they say, to upset a boat.”
“Then I’m glad this is not the Arctic circle,” cried Dick. “Only fancy having one of those things picking you out of a boat! Ugh!”
He glanced at his brother and then laughed, for Arthur was looking rather white.
“What say?” roared Josh as loud as he could to a man in a boat close by.
“Gashly great fish in the net,” shouted back the man.
“Gashly great fish in the net?” roared Josh.