Before supper-time another school of mackerel came by, and the lines were again thrown out, and lively work recommenced.
The two boys watched the sport as the men tended their lines so dexterously, going from one to another, and keeping a fish in the air continually, as Ben said.
The two boys watched the sport.
This was exciting enough to make even Ralph forget his sea-sickness for the time; but when the "school" had passed, the work of dressing mackerel began again, and this was not at all soothing to disturbed stomachs.
"Let's go to bed, and get out of this, Ben," exclaimed Ralph in disgust.
"All right."
They tiptoed by the pile of fish that were still flapping feebly, and looked down into the cabin. It was not an inviting place, and Ralph hesitated.
"Going to turn in, boys?" asked the captain, thrusting his knife into a fish before he looked up.
"Yes, we thought of it."