“It can’t be possible,” said Tom, at length. “I left ours locked up safe enough. Dave’s made a mistake.”
“Got any corn?” asked Arthur.
“Yes, there’s some growing out there, I reckon. You can go out and pick what you want and gimme what you like for it. It’s good and sweet, I reckon.”
“And lobsters, how about them?” asked young Joe.
“Well, I haven’t pulled the pots to-day,” said Dave. “You can go and do that, too, I reckon. There ought to be some there. I baited them all fresh with cunners and sculpins last night.”
“Let me go and pull them,” said Bob. “I never caught a lobster. Come on, Joe, you can show me how and I’ll do the work.”
“Did you ever handle a dory?” asked Dave.
“No,” answered Bob, “but I’m used to a canoe.”
“And did you ever pull a lobster-pot?”
“No, never saw one.”