"Now," cried the sailor, "we shall see what we shall see!" So saying, he and Mr Strong raised up the net pocket, which was a goodish big bundle and seemed, from its heavy weight, to contain a large number of fish, for it throbbed and pulsated with their struggles; when, cutting with his clasp-knife the stout piece of cord with which the small end of the pocket was tied, the Captain shook out its living contents on the bottom boards in the well--Nell giving a shriek and springing up on one of the thwarts as a slimy sole floundered across her foot, thinking perhaps it was a fellow sole! She was not frightened, however, only alarmed; and, the next moment, she was inspecting with as much curiosity as the others the motley collection that had been brought up from the sea.
"Not a bad lot, eh ?" observed the Captain critically, poking the fish about with the end of his stick, which he took off the seat for the purpose.

"I see we've got some good soles, besides that little chap that took a fancy to you, missy." "I didn't mind it," said Miss Nell courageously, now that she knew that there was nothing much to be frightened of.

"It was cold and wet, poor thing; but I knew it would not hurt me." "Ah, but you screamed though!" retorted the sailor waggishly, as he turned to her father.

"Say, Strong, do you know what to do with a sole, eh ?" "Why, eat it, I suppose," replied the other laughing.

"I don't think you can better that, eh ?" "Yes, that's all right, no doubt," said the Captain, a little bit grumpy at being caught up in that way.