"Oh, Dave, if you were there with a gun!" "Ay, lad, and I'm here wi' a pole," said Dave.

"Niver mind, I may get a few perhaps wi' my net.

Now, then, never mind the pie-wipes; let's wipe that theer pie." He rapidly thrust the boat along till it was close to the side of the mere, where he anchored it with his pole and then leaned over and washed his hands, which he dried upon a piece of rag.
"Are your hands fishy, Tom ?" said Dick.
"No--I washed them." "Well, then, cut some bread." The next minute the pie was falling to pieces, the bread undergoing a change, and the ale sinking rapidly in the stone bottle.

After which the basket was found to contain a certain number of apples, which were converted into support for the active human beings in the boat, with the result that the basket was tapped upside down on the edge to get rid of a few crumbs before the empty pie-dish and stone bottle were replaced, and the whole tucked away so as to leave all clear.
"Now, lads, I think we ought to do some wuck," cried Dave, seizing the pole.

"I thought so," he added; "I knowed there'd be something here." "Eh!" cried Tom.
"Don't you see ?" said Dick.