Hooray! here he comes! Hi, Dave!" Sound travels easily over water, and the decoy-man must have heard the hail, but he paid no heed, only kept on poling his punt along, thrusting down the long ash sapling, which the fen-men used as punt-pole, staff, and leaping-pole in turn; and then as the boat glided on, standing erect in her bows like some statue.
"Now, what a dried-up old yellow mummy he is!" cried Dick.

"He can see us, but he's pretending he can't, on purpose to tease us.

Look at that! He needn't have gone behind that great reed patch.

It's to make us think he is going down to your place." "Let's run down and meet him," said Tom eagerly.
"No, no; stop where you are.

If he sees us go down there he'll double back directly and come here.