Part 31 (2/2)
”Got nothing to do, I suppose,” said Vince ”I saw hi But never ain”
”All right I'll try not to be, if it was stupid,” said Mike ”Well, how about this afternoon?”
”I'll come and meet you at the old place, about half-past two”
This was agreed to; and, full of anticipations about the exa Carnach junior apparently fast asleep upon the grey stone
Just as Vince reached hoave hiht triumphantly of the discoveries they had made, in the face of the old fisherers
”Morn'--or art'noon, young gen'leo, by way of salutation
”Lookye here: I' out 'sart'noon to take upsquire likes to come, I'll take you for a sail”
”Where will you take us?” said Vince eagerly
”Oh, round and about, and in and out aht away round by the Black Scraw?”
”No, I just won't,” growled the old o round about the Scraw for?”
”To see what it's like, and find sos you talked about, Joe”
”Lookye here, rowled the old fellow, ”as I told you boys afore, I want to live as long as I can, and not come to no end, with the boat bottos in the horrid whirlypools out there Why, ould your ers 'orrible and full o' woe? Nay, nay, I arn't a young hareood
So look here, if you two likes to co spoon with o to a bank I know after we've done, and try and fish you up a basket o' oysters If you comes you comes, but if you arn't wi' oes bywithout seeing Mike Ladelle first Look here: I' to him this afternoon, and if he'll come, we'll run over to the little dock where your boat is”
”Very good, young gen'leman; on'y mind this: if you arn't there punctooal, as folks call it, I'm off without you, and you'll be sorry, for there's a powerful lot o' fish about these last few days”
”Don't wait if we're not there directly after dinner,” said Vince
Old Daygo chuckled
”You needn't be afraid of that, my lad,” he said; ”andback, so mind that
D'reckly you've had your bit o' dinner, or I'ht, Joe,” cried Vince; and he hurried in, feeling pulled both ways, for he could not help nursing the idea that, once out a short distance at sea, hethee of rocks which hid the little rounded cove from passers-by
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
A SPY ON THE WAY