Never mind, but I shan't forget it.

Did think you'd have done that, Joe.

Come on, Mike; let's go and get some lines and fish off the rocks." "Ay, that's the best game for boys like you," said the old man; and, stooping down, he picked up the boulder and began to knock again at the wooden peg without taking any notice of his visitors.
"Come on, Vince," said Mike; and they walked back up the cliff, climbing slowly, but as soon as they were out of the old man's sight starting off quickly to gain a clump of rocks, which they placed between them and the way down.

Here they began to climb carefully till they had reached a spot from whence they could look down upon the little winding channel leading from the tunnel to Daygo's natural dock.
They could see the old man, too, moving about far below, evidently fetching something to hang upon the great peg he had finished driving in; and, after disappearing for a few minutes, he came into sight again, and they saw him hang the something up--but what, at that distance, they could not make out.
At the end of a few minutes the old man went down to his boat, stayed with it another five minutes or so, and then stood looking about him.
"It's no go, Cinder," said Mike, in a disappointed tone; "we shan't get off to-day, and perhaps it's best.

We oughtn't to take his boat." "Why not?
It's only like borrowing anything of a neighbour.