were thrown overboard.

"Some sends that sort to market," said the master smiling. "I throw 'em
in again to get fat."

Arthur's adventures with the conger came back to him as he saw one long
lithe fish of some four feet eagerly seized and thrust into one of the
many stout boxes on the deck; and he said something to his brother.

"No," said Will, who overheard him. "That's a hake."

There were several whitings, many being of very large size, four times
that of the familiar tail-biting gentlemen who are curled up among the
parsley upon our tables. No less than a dozen ruddy mullet were there
too; and the above-named being the good fish of the haul, the residue
was left on deck for the boys to examine and save what they pleased.

Will picked out a small brill and a whiting or two, with a good-sized
sole that had been left. These were placed in the basket, and then the
basket was dipped full of clean water, and the treasures, as Dick called
them, were fished out and dropped in.

Among these were a lovely jelly-fish and a couple of beroes, looking
like little oblong balls of the purest crystal; some pieces of stone,
with curious barnacles adhering; and a quaint-looking, large-headed fish
with prickly weapons about its head and back.

Then Arthur added a baby sole, and Dick an infant turbot, which were
entangled amongst the sea-weed that had been dredged up; while
everywhere the patch of dredgings upon the deck seemed to be alive with
creeping and crawling things, examples of the teeming life of the great
ocean.

Then came the master to intimate that the deck must be cleared, for they
were going to haul the dredge on board again.

"What--so soon?" cried Dick.

"So soon--eh?" said the master. "Why, you've been stirring that up
'bout half an hour."

"Ah! well, we shall have something more to see," said Dick in a
reconciled manner; and he carried his basket astern, while the men swept
the remains of the haul--such remains as would have given a naturalist a
week's amusement--overboard.

Then once more the ponderous trawl was hauled on board, with its
flapping and splashing prisoners, which were nearly as abundant as
before; but there was no turbot this time.

"Don't matter," said Dick; "here's the sauce."

As he spoke he pointed laughingly to a great lobster which had been out
on its travels away from its home amongst the rocks, and had been swept
up, to be turned out upon the smack's deck, to crawl about f