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Then after tea we decided, as the sea was so calm, to have a few hours' fishing, and taking the boat we rowed out as far as the Goat and Kids, the grapnel was thrown out, and we began to fish. It was a glorious evening, and we took rock-whiting, pout, and small conger at such a rate that I cried, "Hold, enough!" "No, no, keep on," said Bob Chowne. "Let's see how many we can catch."
"Yes, he saved us all from being drowned, I suppose," I said; "but he hadn't been fishing, for there were no fish in the boat." "Just as if anybody could be sure of catching fish every time he went out," cried Bigley angrily. "There, you want to quarrel because you are miserable at having to go back to school, but I sha'n't. I hate it. Go and fall out with old Bob Chowne."
"Now, then," he shouted and it seemed to be his father speaking, not our quiet easy-going school-fellow, but the rough seafaring man who had the credit of being a smuggler "Now then, you, Bob Chowne," he roared, "get up, and come and take Sep Duncan's oar." "I can't," he groaned piteously, and he let himself fall against the side of the boat. "I'm so cold, I'm half dead."
It was plain enough that the holidays were over, and that the joyous hearty spirit of the homeward-bound was there no more, for Bob Chowne took one side of the road in front of the horse, and the old carrier the other, while Bigley and I hung back behind and walked slowly after them on opposite sides after the fashion of those in front.
He leaned forward and shook Bob, who resented it by kicking, and then throwing out a fist which struck the side of the boat a sharp rap. "Bob! Bob Chowne! Wake up!" cried Bigley taking him by both shoulders and shaking him. Bob hit out again, striking Bigley this time viciously in the chest, and the result was another sharp shake, for Bigley seemed disposed to take up his father's tone again.
"And he wanted to keep them in his charge unsigned, with the chance of making more of the estate to somebody else if that somebody else turned up." "Jonas Uggleston to wit?" said my father. "Exactly. Duncan, old fellow, you see that you were just in time." "That's what I felt, Chowne; but there the deeds are safe and sound; the Gap is thoroughly mine my freehold."
By great good fortune he was able to drag me out, and rise with me to the surface, but so overcome that he could hardly take a stroke; and as for me, Doctor Chowne had a long battle before he could bring me back as it were to life. I have little more to tell of my early life there on the North Devon coast, for after that time rolled on very peacefully.
Then I wanted to wake up Bigley and Bob Chowne, to get them to start rowing again, for the sea had gone down, there was hardly a breath of wind; and, though I could see nothing, I felt that the land could not be very far away.
I tried very hard not to meet Doctor Chowne when he next came over to our cottage, which was two days after the escape from drowning, for he was very frequently in confab with my father.
We minded that, sir," said Bob importantly. "We are older now than we used to be." "Yes," said my father dryly, "so I supposed. Well, let's be off; we've a long row, and then a walk, and it's time to feed the animals, eh, Bob Chowne?" "Yes, sir," said Bob; "but I've got ever so much farther to go before I can get anything to eat." "No, you have not," said my father in his driest way.
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