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Sorrow wan o' me iver gits to slape, but I'm turned up immadiately to go an' poke away at that rock faix, it's well named the Bell Rock, for it makes me like to bellow me lungs out wid vexation." "That pun is below contempt," said Joe Dumsby, who came up at the moment. "That's yer sort, laddies; ye're guid at ringing the changes on that head onyway," cried Watt.
At all events, it would seem to have been a very aggravating law of nature on the present occasion, for John Watt frowned and growled to himself as he put on another bait. "There's a bite!" exclaimed Joe Dumsby, with a look of doubt, at the same time feeling his line. "Poo'd in then," said Watt ironically. "No, 'e's hoff," observed Joe. "Hm! he never was on," muttered Watt.
"Hurrah!" cried the men, who were all assembled on the mortar-gallery, looking down at the fishermen, excepting Ruby, Watt, and Dumsby, who were still on the cross-beams below. "Mind the boat; keep her aff," said Swankie, stretching out his hand with the packet to the utmost, while Dumsby descended the ladder and held out his hand to receive it.
He observed that the birds kept fluttering about, alighting for a few moments and flying off again, all the time that Dumsby was at work, yet Dumsby never failed to seize his prey. Presently the man came in with a small basket full of game. "Now, Ruby," said he, "I'll bet a sixpence that you don't catch a bird within five minutes."
Next roll, Forsyth did not dare to leap, although the gunwale of the boat came within a foot of him. He hesitated, the moment was lost, the boat sank into the hollow of the sea, and the man was swung high into the air, where he was again caught sight of by Dumsby. "What! are you there yet?" he cried. "You must be fond of a swing "
Next roll, Forsyth did not dare to leap, although the gunwale of the boat came within a foot of him. He hesitated, the moment was lost, the boat sank into the hollow of the sea, and the man was swung high into the air, where he was again caught sight of by Dumsby. "What! are you there yet?" he cried. "You must be fond of a swing "
Ruby purposely kept away from the group while they were embarking, and after they were gone proceeded to resume work. "You took a smart dive that time, lad," observed Joe Dumsby as they went along. "Not more than anyone would do for a girl," said Ruby. "An' such a purty wan, too," said O'Connor. "Ah! av she's not Irish, she should ha' bin."
At all events, it would seem to have been a very aggravating law of nature on the present occasion, for John Watt frowned and growled to himself as he put on another bait. "There's a bite!" exclaimed Joe Dumsby, with a look of doubt, at the same time feeling his line. "Poo'd in then," said Watt ironically. "No, 'e's hoff," observed Joe. "Hm! he never was on," muttered Watt.
"D'ye think so?" "I'm sure of it." "You're right," remarked Forsyth, looking from his elevated position to the seaward horizon. "I can see it coming now." "I say, what smell is that?" exclaimed Ruby, sniffing. "Somethink burnin'," said Dumsby, also sniffing. "Why, what can it be?" murmured Forsyth, looking round and likewise sniffing. "Hallo! Joe, look out; you're on fire!"
"What can'd be, I wonder?" said Watt; "I think I can smell somethin'." "I halways thought you 'ad somethink of an old dog in you," said Dumsby. "Ay, man!" said the Scot with a leer, "I ken o' war beasts than auld dowgs." "Do you? come let's 'ear wat they are," said the Englishman. "Young puppies," answered the other. "Hurrah! dinner, as I'm a Dutchman," cried Forsyth. This was indeed the case.
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