But what a steep price we got for those fish!" "They're always ready to pay well for such things at the end of a voyage," said Dab.

"I expected, though, they'd try and beat us down a peg.

They generally do.

We didn't get much more than the fair market price, after all, only we got rid of our whole catch at one sale." That was a good deal better than fishermen are apt to do.
Hour followed hour; and "The Swallow" followed the steamer, and the fog followed them both so closely, that sometimes even Dick Lee's keen eyes could with difficulty make out the "Prudhomme's" light.

And now Ford Foster ventured to take a bit of a nap, so sure did he feel that all the danger was over, and that Captain Kinzer was equal to what Dick Lee called the "nagivation" of that yacht How long he had slept, he could not have guessed but he was awakened by a great cry from out the mist beyond them, and by the loud exclamation of Captain Kinzer, still at the tiller,-- "I believe she's run ashore!" It was a loud cry, indeed, and there was good reason for it.