“Oh! we don’t know.”
“Then how do you catch your fish?”
“They catch themselves,” said Will. “We row then to the other end of the line and draw it up.”
“How do you know where it is?”
“Why, by the buoy, of course,” said Josh. “We always have a buoy, and you think that’s a boy like you, I know.”
“Oh no! I don’t,” said Dick, shaking his head and laughing. “Come, I’m not such a Cockney as not to know what a b-u-o-y is. But, I say, what do you do then?”
“Why, we get up the end of the line, and put fresh baits on when they’re taken off, and take the fish into the boat when there are any.”
“Oh, I say, what fun! Here, when are you going to put in that line?”
“Sundown,” said Josh.
“Here, I want to go,” said our friend on the pier. “I’ll give you a shilling if you’ll take me.”