It was a little dark when Don arose. The girls were still asleep. Somewhat to his surprise, as he reached the beach he found the boy of the previous night there before him.
“Sleep here?” he asked good-naturedly.
“Nope.” There was something in Don’s look that made this boy like him. “Going so soon? Want me to take you out?”
“Thanks. Yes.”
“Where is Captain Field’s lobster pond?” Don asked as the punt bumped the side of his boat.
“That green one.” The boy opened his eyes wide. “Why?”
“Nothing. Give me a lift, will you?” Don was tugging at the crate of lobsters in the bottom of his motor boat.
“There!” he sighed as the crate dropped into the punt. “Just row me over to the Field lobster pond, will you?”
Once there, to the boy’s astonishment, Don loosed the lacings of the canvas on Field’s lobster pond, then one at a time he took the lobsters from his crate and dropped them into the pond.
“He buy them from you?” The younger boy was incredulous.