"Ja[3]," said the gaping Norwegian, catching a very vague idea of his meaning.
"But it isn't, you d——d fool!" exclaimed P—— angrily. "Why don't you do what you're told?"
"Ja——," again began the unhappy boatman.
"But you didn't," shouted P——, cutting him off in the midst of his reply.
"Ja, ja," interposed the Norwegian, "I pool pram."
"Yes, you did 'pool pram,' and a pretty mess you have made of it;" and P—— put his hands in his trowsers' pockets, and began to walk up and down on the bank.
"What's the row?" called out R—— from his pram, floating in the middle of the river; "Have you lost your fish?"
He had witnessed the whole transaction, as well as I.
"It's hardly credible," answered P——, stopping in his walk, "that these Norwegian fools can live in a country all their days, and have salmon under their noses, and not know how to catch them. Curse the fools! the sooner one leaves them the better."
"So I think," acceded R——, sitting down quietly in the after part of his pram, and dangling his crossed leg. "For my part, I don't think there are any salmon at all. I can't get a rise. I wouldn't mind betting an even crown you had hold of a weed!"