"Hullo, Jersey, what are you doing with two grapnels? Is that boat of yours balky?"
"Mind your eye, youngster. They're both mine, I reckon."
"You might sell me one cheap," continued Dab, "considering how you got 'em. Give you ten cents for the big one."
Ford thought he understood the matter, and said nothing; but the "Jersey wrecker" had "picked up" those two anchors, one time and another, and had no objection at all to talking "trade."
"Ten cents! Let you have it for fifty dollars."
"Is it gold, or only silver gilt?"
"Pure gold, my boy, but seein' it's you, I'll say ten dollars."
"Take your pay in clams?"
"Oh, hush, I haint no time to gabble. Mebbe I'll git a job here, 'round this yer wreck. If you want the grapn'l, what'll you gimme?"
"Five dollars, gold, take it or leave it," said Dab, as he pulled out a coin from the pay he had taken for his blue-fish.