“Oh, come, that’s a good un,” said Bob. “Why, it was you persuaded me! You were always wanting to go away, and you said we could take Danby’s boat, and go right down to the sea.”
“No!” protested Dexter; “it was you said that.”
“Me!” cried Bob. “Oh, come, I like that, ’pon my word I do. It was you always begging of me to go, and to take you with me. Why, I shouldn’t never have thought of such a thing if you hadn’t begun it.”
Dexter was silent, and now getting thoroughly warm he toiled on with his oar, wondering whether Bob would be more amiable when the day came, and trying to think of something to say to divert his thoughts and make him cease his quarrelsome tone.
“I never see such a mate,” growled Bob again. “No money, no clothes! why, I shall have to keep yer, I s’pose.”
“How long will it take us to get down to the sea, Bob?” said Dexter at last.
“I d’know. Week p’r’aps.”
“But we shall begin fishing before then, shan’t we!”
“Fishing! How are you going to fish without any rod and line? Expects me to find ’em for yer, I s’pose!”
“No, but I thought you would catch the fish, and I could light a fire and cook them.”