"We didn't catch one last time, though you could see hundreds." "To boil the kettle and make some tea," replied Vince; and he rose to get hold of the bait, pausing to look back over the ridge which shut him off from the cave, and hesitating.
"I think I'll go back and light the fire," he said, as he fixed his eyes on the dark spot which they made their fireplace, it looking almost black from the bright spot they occupied, which was as far as they could get out towards the open cove.
"No, no; sit down," said Mike impatiently.

"We didn't catch any last time because you would keep dancing about on the rocks here, and showing the fish that you were come on purpose to hook them.

We can get a good fire in a few minutes.

There's plenty of wood, and we're in no hurry." "You mean you kept dancing about," retorted Vince.

"Very well," he added, seating himself, "it shan't be me, Ladle: I won't stir.