"Fishing?"
"Nope."
"What, then?"
"Prospecting."
"Prospecting?"
"Yep."
"What after?"
"Old bones."
"Old bones? Are you joking, my lad?"
"No, sir, not a bit. We're looking for old bones. They'll bring half a cent a pound, you know," and there was not the trace of a smile on Adrian's face.