“Here,” said Muckle. “There are lots here.”
Both went toward where he stood.
“See,” said he, pointing to the sand, which was dotted with little holes all around the place where they were standing.
“That,” said Muckle, “is a sure sign.”
“So it is,” said Jiggins.
“Well, let’s go in.”
“An’ is there oysters here, too?” asked Pat.
“No; only clams.”
“It’s sorry I am for that same, thin. Oysters are a dale betther.”
“O, clams ain’t bad,” said Muckle, “when you can’t get oysters. So pitch in, Jiggins.”