“Are they going to draw the net right ashore, Will?” said Dick.
“Right ashore, Master Dick, on to the sands, and it won’t be long now.”
“Take care, Dick, or you’ll be overboard!” said Mr Temple.
“I should like to be, father; it isn’t deep here?”
“Fathom!” said Josh shortly; “soon be half.”
There was a regular sing-song kept up by the men who were hauling, and the sands presented quite an exciting scene, for some sixty or seventy of the men who had finished their task, with others who were ashore and not busy, had collected to see the big fish taken in the seine.
“Why, there must be lots of fish in it yet,” said Dick.
“Yes; plenty of mackerel left, and a many fish perhaps such as you never saw before.”
“Is she heavy, lads?” shouted the captain of the seine-boat.
“Ay, there be a sag o’ fish in her yet aside the great un,” was shouted back.