"Gee, but I hope they're thick," Jack said as his uncle ordered two of the small boats lowered.
It was quickly arranged that the two boys and their uncle would take one boat while Pat and two of the sailors went in the other.
"The one what gleets the flirst loyster velly slure gleets two pieces of plie for dinner," Wong told them as they started down the ladder.
"You save 'em for me, Wong," Jack shouted back.
"All lightee," Wong told him.
At high tide the water lapped against the cliff and it was not until they were within a few feet of the land that they found the water shallow enough for their purpose.
"All right now, one of you in either end," Mr. Lakewood said as he ceased rowing. "I guess you know how to work the things without being shown."
"Seeing there's only one possible way I reckon we do," Bob assured him.
"Then go to it and remember the reward," he laughed.
"Those two pieces of pie are as good as under my belt right now," Jack declared as he stood up in the bow and lowered the rake into the water. "Gee, but I've got something," he added a moment later after he had opened the rake as wide as possible and then slowly closed it. "I must have a bushel," he continued as hand over hand he pulled in the load.