“Yes,” said Bob sharply. “We’ve come for a day or two’s fishing.”
“That’s right,” said the man, with a smile that was a little less pleasant than his scowl. “I’m a fisherman too.”
“Oh, are yer?” said Bob.
“Yes, that’s what I am.”
“He ain’t after us,” whispered Bob. “It’s all right.”
Dexter did not feel as if it was. He had an innate dislike to the man, who looked furtive and underhanded.
“Got a tidy boat there,” said the man at last.
“Yes, she’s a good un to go along,” said Bob.
“Wouldn’t sell her, I s’pose!” said the man.
“What should we sell her for?” said Bob, hooking and landing a fish coolly enough.