"I'm not buying mackerel," said he; "not by the half-dozen."
"I have half a boat load," said Rob.
The salesman glanced toward the slip, and saw the tailor's boat pretty low in the water.
"I'll go down to the slip with you."
So he and Rob together walked down to the slip, and the salesman had a look at the mackeral.
"Well, I will buy the mackerel from you," he said. "I will give you half a crown the hundred for them."
"Half a crown!" said Rob. "I will take three and sixpence the hundred for them."
"I will not give it to you. But I will give you three shillings the hundred, and a good price too."—"Very well, then," said Rob.
So the MacNicols got altogether two pounds and eight shillings for that load of mackerel; and out of that Rob spent the eight shillings on still further improving the net, the two pounds going into the savings hank.