“Yes, and sold—perhaps eaten by this time, eh?”
“Yes, father; and there’s as good fish in the sea.”
“As ever came out of it—eh, Nic?”
“Yes, father; so let the matter drop.”
“Can’t help myself, Nic; but I must have a turn at the enemy one of these times. I cannot sit down and let them attack me like this. Oh, I’d dearly like to blow some of ’em out of the water!”
“Better put a bag of powder under the rock, father, and blow away the falls so that the salmon can always get up, and take the temptation away from these idle scoundrels.”
“I’d sooner put the powder under my own bed, sir, and blow myself up. No, Nic, I will not strike my colours to the miserable gang like that. Oh! I’d dearly like to know when they are going to make their next raid, and then have my old crew to lie in wait for them.”
“And as that’s impossible, father—”
“We must grin and bear it, Nic—eh?”
“Yes, father.”