“What’s the matter?” cried Kenneth, as his passenger looked wildly round.
“Have you—a basin on board?” he faltered.
This was too much for the others. Scoodrach burst into a roar of laughter, in which Kenneth joined for a minute, and then, checking himself, he apologised.
“Nonsense!” he said; “you keep a stout heart. You’ll like it directly. Got a line, Scood?”
“Yes; twa.”
“Bait ’em and throw ’em out; we may get a mackerel or two.”
“They’ve got spinners on them,” said the lad sententiously, as he opened a locker in the bows, and took out a couple of reels.
“Don’t—go quite so fast,” said the visitor imploringly.
“Why not? It’s safer like this—eh, Scood?”
“Oh yes; she’s much safer going fast.”