“I don’t see how it’s going to be a game.”
“Don’t you? Why, to find that he has discovered what already belongs to us; for of course the foreshore’s ours, and even if it wasn’t he couldn’t go digging down there for ore.”
“Why?”
“Because, for one thing, the waves wouldn’t let him; and for another, we shouldn’t allow him to dig a hole down into our mine. There, come on, and let’s take them some fish; and I want to get on my dry clothes. What are you thinking about?”
“Eh?”
“I said what are you thinking about?”
“Tom Dinass.”
“Not a very pleasant subject either. I get to like him less and less, and it’s my opinion that if he gets half a chance he’ll be doing something.”
“Hallo!”
“Oh, here you are, Master Gwyn.”