t of the surface. "They'll all go out through the
holes. You'll see none of them will be left."

And so it proved; for as the water in the inclosure sank lower and lower
the small fry were seen no more, but a swirl here and there showed that
one, if not more, good-sized fish were left, and in the anticipation of
a good catch we hopped about from stone to stone, and clambered along
the hurdles.

"Hooray!" shouted Bob, who was now in a high state of delight, "isn't
this better than learning our jolly old _hic_--_haec_--_hoc_, eh, Sep?"

"I should think so."

"Oh!"

There was a shout and a splash and we two roared with laughter, for
Bigley had just then made a jump to gain a stone standing clear of the
falling water, when, not allowing for the slippery sea-weed that grew
upon it in a patch, his feet glided over the smooth stone and he came
down in a sitting position in the water, which flew out in spray on all
sides.

"Here! Hi! Net!--net!" shouted Bob. "Come on, Sep, here's such a big
one--a Bigley big one. It's a shark, I know it is. Look at his teeth!"

"It's all very well to laugh," said Bigley, getting up and standing
knee-deep in the water to squeeze the moisture out of the upper part of
his clothes, "but how would you like it?"

"Ever so," cried Bob; "I'm as hot as hot. Mind how you go near him,
Sep, he'll bite. Oh, don't I wish I had a boat-hook, I'd fetch him
out."

"I don't care. It's only sea-water. I don't mind," grumbled Bigley
wading about in the pool. "I say, boys, here's a salmon and a whole lot
of mullet."

"Where, where?" cried Bob, and, without a moment's hesitation he jumped
in and waded towards Bigley.

"There! Can't you see 'em? There they go!" cried Bigley pointing.

"No."

"Why, out yonder! They're lying there quiet now amongst the stones."

"Oh, won't I give it you for this, old Big!" cried Bob. "There are no
fish there at all. You gammoned me to make me come in and get my legs
wet like yours are. Never mind, I'll serve you out."

"Why, there are some fish," cried Bigley indignantly.

"Don't you believe him, Sep," said Bob. "It's all nonsense."

"Yes, there are," I said from where I had climbed over the deepest part
by clinging to the hurdles, "I can see them."

"Oh no, you can't, my lad. You'd like me to come splashing through the
water there for you to laugh at me, but it won't do. There isn't a
single fish in the place, only old Bigley--old Babby as hi