He'll go right through theer, and come out the other side." "But he was such a big one, Dave--wasn't he, Mr Marston ?--quite forty pounds!" "Nay, not half, lad," said Dave stolidly, as he thrust the boat on.
"Beat away.

We'll come and set a bait for him some day.

That's the way to catch him." Dick uttered an angry ejaculation as he looked back towards where he could still see the water plants waving; and in his vexation he raised his pole, and went on with the splashing so vigorously, and, as legal folks say, with so much _malice prepense_, that he sent the water flying over Dave as he stood up in the bows of the punt.
Tom chuckled and followed suit, sending another shower over the puntsman.

Then Dick began again, the amber water flying and sparkling in the sunshine; but Dave took no notice till the splashing became too pronounced, when he stopped short, gave his head a shake, and turned slowly round.
"Want to turn back and give up ?" he said slowly.
Dick knew the man too well to continue, and in penitent tones exclaimed: "No, no, go on, Dave, we won't splash any more." "Because if there's any more of it--" "I won't splash any more, Dave," cried Dick, laughing, "It was Tom." "Oh, what a shame!" "So you did splash.

Didn't he, Mr Marston ?" "I don't want to hear no more about it, Mester Dick.