Neither did Rectus; and so we went off together in a fishing-smack, with a fisherman to sail the boat and hammer conch for bait.

We went outside of Hog Island,--which lies off Nassau, very much as Anastasia Island lies off St.Augustine, only it isn't a quarter as big,--and fished in the open sea.

We caught a lot of curious fish, and the yellow-legs, whose name was Burgan, turned out to be a very good sort of a fellow.

I shouldn't have supposed this of a man who had made such a guy of himself; but there are a great many different kinds of outsides to people.
When we got back to the hotel, along came Rectus and Corny.

They had been out walking together, and looked hot.
"Oh," cried Corny, as soon as she saw me.