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Then they put to sea again, and glided on past wondrous isles where cocoa-nut palms waved in the soft breeze. Try how he would, Dexter could not keep these ideas out of his head, and the more he thought, the brighter and more attractive they became; and day after day found him, whenever he had an opportunity, waiting about by the river-side in the expectation of seeing Bob Dimsted.
"Yes, I've seen him," said Dexter, who felt no inclination to enlighten the boy further. "Ah, he could fish," said the boy, baiting and throwing in again. "My name's Dimsted Bob Dimsted. So's father's. He can fish as well as grandfather. So can I," he added modestly; "there ain't a good place nowheres in the river as we don't know. I could take you where you could ketch fish every swim."
But he said no, for it seemed unfair to live better than his comrade, and just then the vision of Bob Dimsted looking very jealous and ill-humoured rose before him. "I'm in a hurry to get back," he said. The woman nodded, and Dexter hastened back to the water-side. "I was just a-going without yer," was his greeting. "What a while you've been!"
Me and a friend have borrowed your boat, for we are going a long journey; but as we may keep it all together, I send to you fourteen shillings and a fourpny piece, which I have saved up, and if that isn't quite quite enough I shall send you some more. I hope you won't mind our taking your boat, but Bob Dimsted says we must have it, or we can't get on. Yours af very truly,
"Some chaps is always thinking about going to bed," said Bob jauntily. "Long as I gets a nap now and then, that's all I want." Dexter did not know it, but Bob Dimsted was a thorough-paced second-hand boy. Every expression of this kind was an old one, such as he had heard from his father, or the rough men who consorted with him, from the bullying down to the most playful remark.
I don't want to be, but I ain't going to be quite jumped upon, so we'll get ashore here, and soon see who it's going to be." As Bob Dimsted spoke in a low snarling way, he gave his scull so hard a pull that he sent the boat's head in toward the bank. "First you want one thing, and then you want another, and then you try to make out that it was me who stole the boat." "I only said it wasn't me."
There was no one visible on the other side, and it seemed as if Bob Dimsted was not coming, so after waiting a few minutes Dexter was about to go back to the house, with the intention of visiting his pets, when there was a loud chirping whistle from across the river. Dexter looked sharply through the gathering gloom; but still no one was visible, and then the chirp came again.
"I haven't tried since." "You are a fellow! Why, if I had a chance like you have, I should be always at it." "I say, what did you say your name was?" "Bob Dimsted Bob," said the fisher, throwing in again. "I know what yours is. You come out of the workus." "Yes," said Dexter sadly, as he wondered whether he did not wish he was there now.
Dexter looked at the tree, which hung over the water to such an extent that it seemed as if his weight would tear it from its hold in the bank, while the water looked terribly deep and black beneath. "I say," cried the shabby boy jeeringly; "who taught you how to fish!" "Why, old Dimsted did, and he knew." "Who did!" cried the boy excitedly. "Old Dimsted." "Yah! That he didn't.
It might have been presumed that Bob Dimsted would either have tried to render some assistance or else have raised an alarm. Bob Dimsted did nothing of the kind.
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