See anything of old Joe Daygo?
Don't seem to be looking on purpose." They both kept their eyes well open, but there was no sign of the old fisherman; and before long the reason why was plain, for on their coming a little nearer to the cliff edge, on their way to where they struck off for the oak wood, Vince suddenly pointed outward:-- "There he goes." "Who ?" said Mike.
"Old Joe.

He has got his boat mended, then." "That can't be his boat." "It is.

Why, look at that patch on the sail.

It's a long way off, but I'm sure it's the boat.

He's gone out a long way, seemingly." "Yes: going out to the sands, I suppose, to try if he can't get some soles." "Well, we shan't have him playing the spy to-day," said Vince, who was in capital spirits.