“Better not, Tim. They are only running to see a fish that swims away faster than they can follow.”
“I know that; but I can always run along by a wall.”
And away he would go, his brother-in-law keeping an eye upon him, to see how he defended himself from the knocks and pushes he was exposing himself to. He managed very well, always being one of the first to turn when others were about to do so, from his quickness in gathering up the guiding remarks of those about him. He had generally a word for Walter when he came back towards him.
“Walter, have you spoken to Adam yet?”
“Adam, no; you don’t suppose Adam is here, do you?”
“Yes, but I do. I am sure it was his voice I just heard from over yonder. You will see him soon.”
And away went Tim again. The next time it was,—
“The show will soon be here now, Walter.”
“How do you know?”
“Because of the tide coming up. Don’t you hear it,—lap, lap, lap?”