That was plain enough, and the chance seemed so tempting that, even if I did not openly abet Bob, I said no word to persuade Bigley not.
"You'd got all the lines and bait ready, hadn't you ?" said Bob cunningly.
"Yes, everything's ready, and I meant to ask father as soon as I got back.

Here, hi! Mother Bonnet, how long will father be ?" "Oh, all depends on the wind," said the fresh-looking old lady coming out, smiling and smoothing her hair.

"They've gone across to Swansea, my dear.

It will be a long time 'fore they're back." "There, you see, you can't ask, and it's no use to signal to them in the lugger, because they couldn't understand, so you've got to take the boat, and we shall be back long before they are." "But it would be so horrible if we were to meet with any accident this time," said Bigley.

"You know how unlucky we were over the prawns.
There, we'd better not go!" "There's a Molly for you!" cried Bob.