ther says so, and he knows all about those sort of things, including
salts and senna. So now, then, old Ladle, you've got to get up and come
and take your dose."

"Then I shan't take it to-day."

"And have old Joe come to us! Why, it would be disgraceful. You've got
to come."

"Have I?" grumbled Mike; "then I shan't."

"'Day, young gen'lemen!"

Mike leaped to his feet in horror, and Vince pulled himself up in a
sitting position, to stare wonderingly at the old fellow, who had come
silently up over the yielding turf.

"You?" said Mike: "you've come?"

"Nay, I arn't, so don't you two get thinking anything o' the sort. I
won't let you have it to go out alone."

"You--you won't let us have it to go out alone?" faltered Vince.

"That's it, my lad," said the old man.

"Then he hasn't found out yet," thought Vince; and he exchanged glances
with Mike, who looked ready to dash off.

"Why, yer jumped up as if yer thought I was going to pitch yer off the
cliff, Master Ladelle. Been asleep?"

"No, of course not," said Mike; and he looked at Vince, whose lips moved
as if he were saying--"I'm going to tell him now."

"Might just as well have said `yes' to you, though," grumbled Daygo.

"Just as well," assented Vince.

"Nice sort o' condition she's in now. One streak o' board nearly out.
Cost me a good four or five shilling to get it mended, for I can't do it
quite as I should like."

Four or five shillings! Just the amount Vince had thought would be
enough.

"If I'd let you have it," continued the old man, "that wouldn't ha'
happened. But I know: they can't cheat me. I'm a-goin' over to Jemmy
Carnach to have it out with him, and first time I meets the young 'un
I'm going to make him sore. See this here?"

Daygo showed his teeth in a very unpleasant grin, and drew a piece of
tarry rope, about two feet long, from out of his great trousers, the
said piece having had a lodging somewhere about his breast.

"Do you think Lobster--" began Vince.

"Ay, that's it: lobster," said Daygo. "Lobster it is: Jemmy Carnach
would sell himself for lobster, but he arn't a-going to set his pots in
my ground and go out to 'zamine 'em with my boat. I don't wish him no
harm, but it would ha' been a good job if she'd sunk with him and his
young cub. They're no good to the Crag--not a bit. Ay, I wish she'd
sunk wi' 'em, only the boat's useful, and I should ha' had to get
another."

Old Daygo ceased speaking, and after