Trot watched him join them together.

Then he crept a little way up the slope and turned over a big rock.

Two or three small crabs began scurrying away over the sands and the old sailor caught them and put one on his hook and the others in his pocket.

Coming back to the pool he swung the hook over his shoulder and circled it around his head and cast it nearly into the center of the water, where he allowed it to sink gradually, paying out the line as far as it would go.

When the end was reached, he began drawing it in again, until the crab bait was floating on the surface.
Trot watched him cast the line a second time, and a third.