Celia whisked in at the door and out. Benjy’s eye followed her and returned to William.
“I know what you’re thinkin’, Benjy,” said Uncle William. “She’s straight as one o’ them rushes, up ’t the pond—and she ought to be.... She won’t bend for a spell yet—she’s got to know things first—Hello!—There’s George!”
They pushed back from the table and went outside.
XIII
THE three men looked across the harbor—far in the distance something troubled the surface of the water—as if a bit of the dusk had fallen on it and traveled with little restless waves.
Uncle William’s eye grew round.... “Mackerel!” he said solemnly.
“Been schooling all day,” answered Manning. His teeth closed on the bit of grass between them and held it hard.
Uncle William looked at him sympathetically. “Any luck?” he asked.