Seems this had been the
scheme right along--that our party was to do more or less fishin', so
as to give any natives that might be hangin' around the proper idea of
why we was there.
Professor Barr is right on hand, too; and Dudley tries it just to kill
time. We did have more or less luck, and got quite excited. Vee pulls
in something all striped up like a hat-band, and one that I hooked blew
himself up into a reg'lar football after I landed him in the bottom of
the boat. The Professor had jaw-breakin' names for everything we
caught, but he couldn't say whether they was good to eat or not. The
yacht cook wouldn't take a chance on any of them. It was good sport,
though, and we all collected a fresh coat of sunburn. And say, with
them new tints in her cheeks, maybe Vee ain't some ornamental. But
then, she's easy to look at anyway.
It was this same evenin', the second we'd been anchored quiet in behind
this lengthy island, that the big three of our expedition gets together
again. First I knew, I saw 'em grouped along the side where the
companionway stairs was swung--Auntie, Old Hickory, and Captain Killam.
Rupert seems to be explainin' something. Then in a minute or two the
men begin easin' Auntie down into one of the launches tied to the boat
boom, and the next I see them go chuggin' off into the moonlight.
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