"However--now what the dickens is the matter ?" The door had been opened by Mills, with his usual smoothness, but Jimmy Dumble, out of breath and excited, pushed his way into the room.
"Hullo?
What is it, Jimmy ?" his patron demanded.
"Beg your pardon, sir," was the almost incoherent reply.

"I've run all the way up, and there's a rare wind blowing.

There's one of our--our trawlers lying off the Point, and she's sent up three green and six yellow balls." "Whiting, by God!" Sir Henry exclaimed.
"Whiting!" Philippa repeated, in agonised disgust.

"What does this mean, Henry ?" "It must be a shoal," her husband explained.

"It means that we've got to get amongst them quick.