"Seen Raggles ?" "Yes; he's got a cargo down.

He's asked me." "Tell him I'm up, will you ?" "What's a cargo ?" asked Heathcote, as the speaker went past.
"Goodness knows," said Dick--"perhaps it's a crib." "My brother Will used to call a hamper a cargo," said Aspinall.
"Humph," said Dick, who never liked to be corrected, "there's something in that." "I hope there is," said Heathcote.
It said a great deal for the solemnity of the occasion that Dick did not at once proceed to administer condign punishment.

He took note of the offence, though, and punished the offender quietly in bed some days after.

Just at the present moment, had he been inclined to square accounts, he had no leisure; for a sudden cry of "Dredger!" was raised, whereat they noticed a number of boys step off the pavement on to the grass.

Before they could conjecture what this sudden manoeuvre might mean, a rush of steps arose behind, and next moment they were caught up in the toils of a net constructed of towels knotted together, stretching across the path, and held at each end by two swift runners who swept them along at a headlong pace, catching up a shoal of stray fish on the way until even the stalwart dredgers were compelled, from the very weight of their "take," to slacken speed.
A crowd collected to witness the emptying of the net.