Joe had picked out two or three fine fish from the first haul, and these he took down and soon had frizzling in a frying-pan over the fire, which he had lighted as soon as the boat was under sail.
"These are for you, Master Conway," he said.

"With your permission I shall stick to that ere piece of beef your mother was good enough to send.

Fish ain't no treat to me, and I don't often get meat.

Keep your eye lifting while I am down below.

There ain't many craft about in these days, still we might tumble against one." "I should not see a light far in this mist, Joe." "No, you couldn't; and what's worse, many of them don't carry no lights at all." "It would be a good thing, Joe, if there was a law to make all vessels carry lights." "Ay, ay, lad; but you see in war times it ain't always convenient.