[Bob Strong’s Holidays by John Conroy Hutcheson]@TWC D-Link bookBob Strong’s Holidays CHAPTER TWENTY 11/13
"We shall have nothing to do for the next hour or two; for we must have the net down long enough to let something have a chance of getting into the pocket of it." "I suppose the smell of tobacco won't frighten the fish ?" observed the barrister, gladly taking advantage of the permission and striking a vesuvian, his pipe being already loaded and ready.
"Fresh-water anglers are rather particular on the point." "Bless you, no!" replied the old sailor laughing, "our fish at sea know what's good for them and like it!" Miss Nell, who seemed anxious about something, presently hazarded a question when her father had lit his pipe and was smoking comfortably on the forecastle. "Are we not going to have any breakfast ?" said she, in a very grave way, as befitted a matter of such deep importance.
"I feel very hungry." "Dear me, I was almost forgetting breakfast!" cried the Captain, throwing away the end of the cigar the barrister had offered him, which he was smoking rather against the grain, preferring his tobacco in the form of snuff.
"Dick, did you bring the things all right as I told you ?" "Yes, sir," replied Dick.
"They be in the fo'c's'le, sir." "Is the coffee on the stove ?" "Yes, sir, and biling." "That's right," said the Captain, who continued, turning to Nellie, "Now, missy, you can preside over our breakfast-table if you like. You'll find all the traps ready in the little cabin for'ard under the half-deck." Thereupon, Miss Nellie, with much dignity, busied herself in pouring out the coffee, which had been kept hot all the while on "such a dear little stove," as she called out to Bob the moment she caught sight of it in the fore-cabin; the pair constituting themselves steward and stewardess instanter, and serving out, with Dick's help, their rations to the rest of the company. They were in the midst of breakfast, the trawl having been dragging along the bottom of the sea for not quite an hour, when, all at once, the rope holding it attached to the bowsprit-bitts began to jerk violently. "Hallo!" cried the Captain, starting up from his seat on one of the bunks in the little cabin, which, even with stooping, he and Mr Strong found it a hard matter to squeeze themselves into.
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