“Yes; they won’t bite very well of a day. He knows a place where—”
“Who is he?” said Mr Temple.
“I mean Will, father; he knows of a place where the congers are plentiful, and Josh says he’ll take the greatest care of us.”
“Whom do you mean by us?” said Mr Temple.
“Arthur and me, father. Taff wants to go very badly.”
“I hardly know what to say, Dick,” said Mr Temple thoughtfully. “Last time you came to grief, and had a narrow escape.”
“Oh, but that isn’t likely to occur again, father!” said Dick. “It would be such a treat, too.”
“Humph! what am I to do, my boy—coddle you up, and keep you always under my eye; or give you a little latitude, and trust to your discretion to take care of yourself and your brother?”
“Give me a little latitude, father—and longitude too,” added Dick with a laugh in his eye.
“Well, I will, Dick; but you must be very careful, my lad, especially of Arthur.”