et up and dress,
and go and meet them," yawned Arthur; then he rolled on to the bed and
went off fast asleep.

"Goin' to have a bathe?" said Josh, who was mopping out the boat.

"Yes. Good-morning! How are you?" cried Dick.

"Just nicely, lad," sang Josh. "Here, I don't mind rowing you out if
you'll promise to bring me half ounce o' the best 'bacco next time you
come."

"I'll bring it," said Dick eagerly; and jumping into the boat, Josh
rowed the boys out half a mile or so, and then in they went with a
plunge off the boat's side, and down into the invigorating clear cool
water, to come up again and swim steadily off side by side, Dick being a
pretty fair swimmer, though in his modesty he had disclaimed the
accomplishment. And as the boys swam, Josh had steadily rowed after
them, so that when they had had enough the boat was at hand for them to
climb in, have a good towel, scrub, and dress.

"Why don't you have a bathe, Josh?" cried Dick, panting with his
exertions. "It's lovely."

"Yes, a good bathe be lovely," said Josh; "but I don't bathe much. I be
delicate."

He said it so seriously that Dick never thought of laughing, though Josh
seemed solid and hard as wood, which in truth he was.

"Look yonder, lad!" he cried; "see him on the cliff;" and putting the
handle of one oar under his leg, he pointed towards the shore west of
the village.

"Yes, I can see him: what's he doing?"

"Signalling," cried Josh excitedly; "it's mack'rel."

"What--up there?" cried Dick.

"No, no, lad; in the bay. He can see fish, and he's signalling."

"But he can't see fish in the bay up there."

"Oh, yes! he can. Colour of the water, my lad. He can see a school,
and--All right! The lads have seen. There goes the seine-boat."

He pointed to a large boat that seemed laden with something brown.
There were several men in her, and they had pushed off, and were rowing
steadily out towards the middle of the bay, the water that they lifted
with their oars flashing like silver in the sunshine.

"I can see the school, Josh," said Will. "There, just beyond Dallow
buoy;" and he stood up pointing with his hand, while the man on the
cliff seemed to have a bunch of something in each hand, and to be
turning himself into a human semaphore.

"Right, lad! There's the school," said Josh, who had also risen in the
boat, and was shading his eyes with his hand. "See, Master Dick?"

"No, I can't see anything."

"What--not out yo