“Like a breeze,” replied Hal enthusiastically. “She’ll be all right now, I guess, if I can keep Bee from meddling with the engine.”
“Humph!” said Bee. “The next time you break down out of sight of land you can do your own repairing.”
“I intend to; don’t you worry! Gee, but it’s swell over here, isn’t it, Bee?”
“Fine and dandy,” replied Bee. “Wish I lived here. Are those chicken-coops yours, Herrick?”
“Yes, but they’re lobster-pots,” laughed Jack.
“Oh!” said Bee blankly. Then, recovering quickly; “I meant chicken-lobster coops,” he explained. “Do you catch many?”
“No, not many nowadays. There used to be plenty of them, but they’re dying out. I’ve got a couple of pots out there now; see where those little red floats are, just beyond the cove? I haven’t looked at them this morning, but I guess there’s nothing in them.”
“Think of catching your own lobsters!” exclaimed Bee wonderingly. “Bet you I know one thing about lobsters you don’t think I do.”
“All right,” said Hal. “Go ahead, professor.”