Long before the boat reached Bayville, Paul had skinned and strung the fish; and their appearance on the line was creditable to his skill. Leaving John to secure the boat, he took the fish and hastened up to the house of Captain Littleton. He found that gentleman in his garden with his guests.
"Well, Paul, what luck?" asked he, as the young fisherman came in sight.
"First-rate, sir."
"How many have you got?"
"Six dozen."
"Just the number I want. Carry them into the kitchen, Paul. I declare, you have dressed them very nicely."
"I tried to have them right, sir, and I am glad they suit you," replied Paul, modestly, as he walked towards the rear of the house.
"Stop, Paul; what have you got there?" said Captain Littleton.
"Tautog, sir; and if you will permit me, I will leave them in the kitchen with the perch."
"You are a lucky fisherman Paul; those are handsome fish, and if you will leave them, I will make it all right when you come out. That is a luxury I did not expect."