ly.

"Oh yes!" said Dick grinning; "two in its trousers, two in its
waistcoat, and one in its jacket."

"Don't you mind what he says, Master Arthur," said Will smiling. "The
pockets are on each side of the net, where it is sewed up a little, so
that if the fish, when once in, try to swim towards the mouth they go
instead into some of those sewed-up corners and get no farther. There,
you see now, we're going on the other tack so as to sweep back over
nearly the same ground again. There are rocks if we go any farther this
way."

As he spoke the course of the smack was altered, and the side that had
been so low down that at times it was almost possible to touch the water
was high up and the other lower down, and the smack rushed through the
water, as it seemed, faster than ever.

"She can sail, can't she, young gentlemen?" said the master. "We call
her the _Foam_, and she can make foam too. Well, are you ready for the
haul?"

"Yes. Are you going to begin?" cried Dick excitedly.

"Soon, my lad, soon," said the master. "Have you got a basket?"

Dick shook his head.

"Oh! you'll want a basket, and you must have a bucket of water.
There'll be lots of things you'll like to look at that we should pitch
overboard again."

"You lend me a basket and a bucket then," said Dick; "you shall have
them back."

"Right, my lad. You tell young Will there to get you what you want. We
shall have the trawl aboard soon."

It seemed to Dick almost an age, but at last the master turned his
brown, good-humoured face to him and gave him a nod. At the same moment
he shouted a few short orders, and Dick rushed to take a pull at the
rope as he saw Josh and Will stand by.

"No, no, my lad; you and your brother look on," cried the master
good-temperedly.

Dick drew back and glanced at Arthur, whose face was as eager as his
own. In fact, a great deal of his London indifference had disappeared
of late, and the boy had been growing as natural as his brother.

It was a time of intense excitement though for them, and as they watched
they saw a windlass turn, and up came the great trawl-irons and the
beam, then, dripping and sparkling in the sun, the foot-rope of the
trawl-net, and foot after foot emerged with nothing but dripping water.

"Why, they haven't caught a fish," cried Dick in a disappointed tone of
voice.

"You wait till the bunt's aboard," growled Josh just then; and the bunt,
as the tassel end of the great net nig