"Wouldn't the young gents like to go drifting--means all night?" said
Josh; "but while the nets is out there's some haking to be done."

"I don't know about that, boys," said Mr Temple; "but I think a good
daylight sail with the trawler would be enjoyable. I should like it
myself."

"Then jus' you go an' speak to Tom Purnowen, Will, lad," said Josh;
"he'll be glad enough to take the gentlemen and pick you out a good
day."

They were bound for the seal-cave, but all the same, in spite of the
coming excitement, Dick had not forgotten a fishing-line, while Will had
ready for him, in a finely-woven basket, a couple of score of silvery
sand-eels, which were kept alive by the basket being dragged astern in
the sea.

These bright little fellows proved to be a most attractive bait,
mackerel, pollack, and bass being taken, only one of the latter,
however, which fell to Arthur's share, it being his turn to hold the
line; but he did not care to let Will unhook it, and with the usual luck
that followed his obstinacy he managed to get a sharp prick from one of
the spikes.

Eight or nine fair-sized fish had been placed in the basket before Josh
suggested that it would be better to leave off fishing, as the boat was
now about to be taken close inshore, and the hooks would be fouled in
the floating and anchored weed.

Mr Temple had indicated that he would like to examine the rocks here
and there, and hence it was that the boat was taken so far in, where the
rowing was more arduous, and the risks greater of being overturned upon
some rock that was one minute submerged, the next level with the water.

Josh was too clever a boatman, though, for any such accident to occur,
and he ran the little craft here and there most cleverly among the
rocks; and, clearing the broken water, backing in for Mr Temple and
Dick to land, and rowing out again till they were ready to leap on board
once more.

For though, to use Josh's expression, the sea was "like ile" fifty yards
out, it was fretting and working incessantly amongst the rocks, and
running up rifts and chasms to come back in foam.

One landing of this kind seemed to excite a desire for more, and, hammer
in hand, Mr Temple was as busy as could be breaking "the gashly rocks,"
as Josh expressed it in rather a pitying tone of voice to Will. So
search after search was made, Dick scrambling up the most difficult
places he could see, and seeming to find the most intense enjoyment in
pe