“Any what?”
“Fish.”
The boy disappeared. Then came his voice, evidently shouting down a hatch.
“Satan, below there!”
“Hullo!”
“Here’s the funniest guy come alongside wants to know if we’ve got fish to sell him. Show a leg!”
“One minute,” replied the second voice.
The boy reappeared at the rail in the burning sunlight. “The cap will be up in a minute,” said he. “What in the nation are you got up like that for?”
“Them things.”