Two hours later, after a very successful night’s sport, Morton parted from Fisherman Dick at the shore end of the pier, and ran home, while the owner of the lines and the heavy basket sat down on the lid, and rubbed the back of his head.
“Yes, I did see his face, as plain as I ever see one, but I warn’t going to tell you so, Master Morton, my lad. What did he chuck inter the sea, and what did he chuck it there for?”
Fisherman Dick sat thinking for a few minutes, and shaking his head, before saying aloud:
“No; it didn’t sound like a stone.”
After which he had another think, and then he got up, shouldered his basket, and went homeward, saying:
“I shall have to find out what that there was.”