But he did not finish it, and Joe dived after him.
"I 'll tell you what," 'Frisco Kid suggested half an hour later, while they clung to the bobstay preparatory to climbing out.

"Let 's catch a mess of fish for dinner, and then turn in and make up for the sleep we lost last night.

What d' you say ?" They made a race to clamber aboard, but Joe was shoved over the side again.
When he finally did arrive, the other lad had brought to light a pair of heavily leaded, large-hooked lines and a mackerel-keg of salt sardines.
"Bait," he said.

"Just shove a whole one on.

They 're not a bit partic'lar.
Swallow the bait, hook and all, and go--that 's their caper.