Nobody knows till he's done it.

Perch, porgies, cunners, black-fish, weak-fish, maybe a bass or a sheep's-head, but more cunners than any thing else, unless we strike some flounders at the turn of the tide." "That's a big enough assortment to set up a fish-market on." "If we catch 'em.

We've got a good enough day, anyhow, and the tide'll be about right by the time we get to work." "Why not try here ?" "'Cause there's no fish to speak of, and because the crabs'll clean your hook for you as fast as you can put the bait on.

We must go out to deeper water and better bottom.

Dick knows just where to go.