Jimmie Grimm looked up.
“We’ll sail for Ruddy Cove the morrow,” Billy went on; “an’ when we lands our fish we’ll go tradin’. There’s a deal o’ money in that, I’m told; an’ with what we gets for our fish we’ll stock the cabin o’ the Rescue and come north again t’ trade in White Bay.”
Donald and Jimmie were silent; the undertaking was too vast to be comprehended in a moment.
“Let’s have Archie,” said Jimmie, at last.
“An’ poor ol’ Bagg,” said Donald.
“We’ll have Archie if he’ll come,” Billy agreed, “an’ Bagg if we can stow un away.”
There was a long, long silence, during which the three boys began to dream in an amazing way.
“Billy,” Donald North asked, at last, “what you goin’ t’ do with your part o’ the money we’ll make at tradin’?”
It was a quiet evening on the coast; and from the deck of the sloop, where she lay in harbour, the boys looked away to a glowing sunset, above the inland hills and wilderness. 191
“I don’t know,” Billy replied. “What you goin’ t’ do with your share, Jimmie?”