“Gee, that’s so! I clean forgot the mola; guess it was too tiny to remember,” grinned Dudley.
“And the dogfish, and the skate, too, Dud,” reminded Billy.
“But I haven’t seen them yet—I’ve only known them by their names and the pictures.”
“Say, father, will you help us set the trawl so we can try for the coup? Just think of all the different kinds of fish we always get that way,” suggested Fred.
“All right, boys, any time you say,” agreed Mr. Remington, who was never so happy as when there was something doing.
Captain Ed, too, was most enthusiastic about the idea of a trawl, so the Sunset Islanders went to their tents that night to dream of hooks and fins and monsters of the deep, deep sea.
They all met at the breakfast table the next morning, and the talk waxed so interesting that the usual object of sole attention—the star-dish of the island, creamed beef and hashed fried potatoes with soft-boiled eggs on the side—was partaken of in an absent-minded manner.
Fred and Billy and their boy guests Paul and Dudley, were full of plans for baiting up the trawl by that afternoon. The girls, Elizabeth and Edith Remington were anxious to help also.
On the way from the bungalow after breakfast, Elizabeth explained to the boys. “We can fish all morning and catch enough bait for the lobster-traps and set the herring-net to get the bait for the trawl overnight.”