[Laughing bashfully.] Yes, Miss.
Clem.
Been out searching the beach? [He nods embarrassed.] Found much?
Bar.
No, it was ebb last night—and—and—[Gets stuck.]
Clem.
Are you really afraid to go to sea, silly boy? [He nods, laughing.] They all go.
Bar.
[Dully.] Yes, they all go.
Clem.