In a little while Reggie drew in a small cod, and a minute afterwards a good-sized haddock was found to be on Harry's line.
'Gently, Harry, gently, you'll get the line broken,' said Hamish warningly as Harry sprang up and Gerald danced about in his seat, to the great discomfort of Tricksy.
'There you are!' cried Marjorie, as the fish was drawn leaping and struggling into the boat.
'Hullo!' said Harry triumphantly; 'it's a fine big one and no mistake!'
'It's a good size,' said Marjorie, 'but, Harry, would you mind not kicking my feet as you jump about.'
Harry muttered an apology, and just at that moment Hamish drew in a big cod, then two little haddocks were pulled up by Tricksy.
'Gerald, look at your line,' cried Harry, springing forward, and Gerald pulled in a haddock, while Allan and Hamish steadied the boat, which had been set rocking by Harry's sudden movement.
It was a beautiful evening, and the fish were taking well, but sport was spoiled by the incapacity of the Grahams to keep still. If Harry hooked a fish Gerald sprang up to look, and if any one else had a take Harry pranced backwards and forwards until it was drawn on board.
At last Hamish suggested that it was time to row to the Pirates' Island and have tea in the Den.
'Yes, I think so,' said Marjorie, somewhat irritably. 'I've had my ankles tripped over quite often enough as it is.'