"It is time, Winthrop."
Winthrop was silent.
"We must manage it somehow. You ought not to be fishing here any longer. I want you to get on the way."
"Ay — I must wait awhile," said the other with a sigh. "I shall go — that's all I know, but I can't see a bit ahead. I'm round there under the point now, and there's a big headland in the way that hides the up view."
Again the eyes of the fishers were fixed on their corks, gravely, and in the case of Rufus with a somewhat disturbed look.
"I wish I was clear of the headlands too," said he after a short silence; "and there's one standing right across my way now."
"What's that?"
"Books."
"Books?" said Winthrop.
"Yes — books which I haven't got."