Something Thrown in the Sea.
“What—”
“Hush! Who are you? What are you doing here? Why, Morton Denville!”
“Richard Linnell! Is it you? Oh, I say, you did give me a scare. I thought it was that chap come again.”
“What do you mean?”
“Why, the fellow who did that, you know,” said the lad with a nod upwards.
“But why have you stolen down like this, sir?”
“Don’t talk so loud; you’ll wake the old man. Only going fishing.”
“Fishing? Now?”
“Yes. Fisherman Dick’s waiting for me on the pier.”