“Here y’are!” he cried, as he stepped into the boat and pushed off quickly, as if he felt safer when they were on the move. “We’ll go lower down, and then I’ll show you such a game.”
“Let’s have some bread and butter first,” said Dexter.
“No, we won’t; not till we get further away. We’ll get some fish first and light a fire and cook ’em, and—pull away—I’ll show yer.”
Dexter obeyed; but his curiosity was excited.
“Going to catch some more fish!”
“You wait and you’ll see,” was the reply; and in the expectation of a hearty meal matters looked more bright, especially as the day was glorious, and the scenery beautiful all round.
No signs of pursuit being seen, Dexter was ready to laugh with his companion now.
“I knew all the time,” said Bob, with superior wisdom in every intonation of his voice; “I should only have liked to see them come.”
Dexter said nothing, and the next minute, as they were in a curve of the river, where it flowed dark and deep, they ran the boat in once more beside a meadow edged with pollard willows.
“Now then, I’ll show you some fishing,” cried Bob, as he secured the boat.