When it's a bad catch no one cares to see them back." Dick tried hard to keep down his next question, but it had a sort of fascination for him, and he could not smother it.
"I suppose," said he in the most careless tones he could assume, "Tom White's not likely to come back in a hurry ?" Green laughed.

He was no friend of the double-dealing mariner.
"Not if he knows who's a-going to be down on the beach to welcome him.
But, bless you, how's he to know?
The sooner he comes home and gets his right lodgings, the better, so say I.

What do you say, young squire ?" The "young squire" did not exactly know what to say, and took up his can of worms to depart, with something like precipitation.
He found Cresswell and Freckleton waiting for him down at the boat.
Until this moment he had never seen the Templeton Hermit, except occasionally at a distance; and he glanced with some curiosity at the face of the fellow who had beaten Pledge for the Bishop's Scholarship.
He didn't altogether dislike him.

The stolid face and bright black eyes of the Hermit made him a little uncomfortable, but there was an occasional twitch at the corners of his mouth, and a music, when he chose to use it, in his voice, which reconciled the junior to his presence, and even interested him in the disposal of his new patron's good graces.
It didn't take long to get "all aboard." The precious worms were safely deposited in the hold, the three lines were stowed away under the seat, and the basket containing the sandwiches and hard-boiled eggs added ballast to the bows.

Cresswell, who had an idea of doing things comfortably, had brought his ulster and made Freckleton bring his.